Terry Donovan

Rookie (12/6/41 to? / Amersham, Buckinghamshire)

Autumn Leaves Its Scar - Poem by Terry Donovan

When I walk ankle-deep in autumn leaves,
Head down and collar up against the rain,
My thoughts transport me back to happier days
When, shuffling leaves knee-deep along the lane,

I'd saunter home from school without a care
As wind-fanned rainfall soaked my every inch,
Scattering the leaves with wellied feet
And soaking up the spray without a flinch.

As roadside rivers rushed to greet my trek,
With makeshift dams of leaves I'd block their course,
Each putting up a brief quixotic front
Till yielding to the ravine's rain-backed force.

Such was my journey home those autumn days
Until I squelched at last to my back door,
A puddle of my own inside each boot
- But knowing what a treat I had in store.

A cup of tea, some home-made raspberry jam,
A warming by the open fire's glow,
To sit and read a comic by the hearth,
Hear Childrens' Hour on the radio.

But luxury to me in those young days
Was a bath towel and warmed-up change of clothes,
Replacements for my cast-off sodden gear -
And what a pleasure getting out of those!

What a treat that transformation made,
From drowned rat dripping on the kitchen floor
To ecstasy of warmth and cosiness,
What price my mother's welcome at the door!

Now, walking ankle-deep in autumn leaves,
Collar up, head down against the rain,
I kick the leaves in anger from my path.
The homeward journey brings me only pain.

There won't be any welcome at the door,
No warmth to ease my wracked and battered frame,
For those I loved, like autumn leaves, have dropped,
Returning to the earth from where they came.

Terry Donovan


Comments about Autumn Leaves Its Scar by Terry Donovan

  • (6/25/2006 5:15:00 AM)

    Geez, Terry,

    I didn't know where you were taking me with this one. First the wonderful, bitterweet nostalgia wherein I found my own sodden youth, then the angry, sullen turn of age and loss. So well written and measured out, you control the reader from go to woe (no pun intended) .

    Terry Manns
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  • (3/2/2005 12:55:00 PM)

    This is just so.....right, thankyou (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 23, 2004

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 3, 2010


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