Autumn Day Poem by Anne Barbara Ridler

Autumn Day

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The raging colour of this cold Friday
Eats up our patience like a fire,
Consumes our willingness to endure,
Here the crumpled maple, a gold fabric,
The beech by beams empurpled, the holy sycamore,
Berries red-hot, the rose's core--
The sun emboldens to burn in porphyry and amber.

Pick up the remnants of our resignation
Where we left them, and bring our loving passion,
Before the mist from the dark sea at our feet
Where mushrooms cling like limpets in the grass,
Quenching our fierceness, leaves us in a worse case.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
M Asim Nehal 26 September 2016

Pick up the remnants of our resignation Where we left them, and bring our loving passion,

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