Alison Cassidy

Rookie (6th August,1945 / Melbourne, Australia)

Poor Old Autumn - Poem by Alison Cassidy

Poor autumn limped
into the Hills this year,
without its usual notes
of oboe gold.

I guess the summer dry
proved just too much
for frizzled leaves
too hot and tired to rust.

A sad and sorry April,
till this week
when hazy smoke hung
silken ‘cross the sky

And ornamental vine
donned scarlet coat
and kookaburra
laughed upon the fence.


Comments about Poor Old Autumn by Alison Cassidy

  • (11/10/2008 7:42:00 PM)


    wow......what a picture you paint.......wonderful.... (Report) Reply

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  • Andrew Blakemore (5/2/2008 4:31:00 PM)


    This is so beautiful Alison. I love the pictures you paint of your homeland with your well chosen words. Best wishes, Andrew x (Report) Reply

  • (4/27/2008 3:50:00 AM)


    Do I detect a note of longing for reds gold and lovely autumn colours. Lovely poem.
    Our Autumn is glorious sunlit golden leaves with shades of red highlighted by the fallen snow on nearby hills. I like your poetry Bob
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  • (4/25/2008 2:20:00 PM)


    Wonderful contrasts between the first two stanzas and the second two - the rich language and personification gives Autumn such personality and this line: 'without its usual notes
    of oboe gold' adds a touch of music to the piece - superb observation here Allie deftly woven into a rich tapestry of colour, emotion and music. Love it. j xx
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  • (4/24/2008 12:20:00 PM)


    So very graphic as usual......
    Wonderful to share differing seasons Allie.x
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  • (4/24/2008 10:10:00 AM)


    These lines, majestic, exemplify the definition: sabdardhau sahitau kavyam (Report) Reply

  • (4/22/2008 7:48:00 PM)


    A sketch of an Autumn, it's an Alison's painting to the reader well. (Report) Reply

  • Ursula Tillmann (4/22/2008 12:33:00 AM)


    Lovely - very visual! (Report) Reply

  • (4/21/2008 9:38:00 AM)


    have i ever read a poem of yours that i didn't enjoy reading? The answer is a strong no. (Report) Reply

  • (4/21/2008 8:05:00 AM)


    Excellent poem, Allie ('don't mean that to sound like a school report!) . Love the way you capture the tiredness and poignancy of autumn.
    F
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  • (4/20/2008 3:06:00 PM)


    Spot on. you're good..!

    the personification of Autumn 'limping' up and into the hills is just brilliant.
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  • (4/20/2008 11:29:00 AM)


    Allie, the sympathy you give to one of my favourite season is wonderful. Ours over here was less than wonderful, rain, rain and more rain, which preceded through the passing months right into now. We are now hoping for a bit of dryness so we can get out of our wetsuits over here. Excellent poem my friend. Top marks and thanks for sharing it with us.
    David xxx (can't get the hang of your hearts)
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  • (4/19/2008 9:19:00 AM)


    What an extraordinary glimpse of autumn from your own personal window on the world.
    I am fascinated by the imagery.Write on, Alison.

    Warmest regards,

    Sandra
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  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (4/19/2008 6:48:00 AM)


    Danny-Boy nailed it hammer on nail-head....you managed to elicit empathy for a flippin' season...and i live in New York, where the extremes of any season, which is a given, that we will experience....is far more pathos rendering than a dry Aussie autumn....Which, simply goes to show, what a skilled wordsmith you be, lass!

    ~ FjR ~
    ..2008..
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  • (4/19/2008 5:51:00 AM)


    The title of your poem gives a lively image to the season although it is poor old. Sometimes I wonder on the nature’s inspiration that since time last it has been inspiring the writers and thus beautiful imagery in magical words is created. An interesting treat on the season. Well expressed (Report) Reply

  • (4/19/2008 4:51:00 AM)


    You manage to instil us with sympathy for a season. (My favourite season, in truth.)
    A talented lady, with whom I am priveledged to share a page in a certain book.
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  • (4/19/2008 3:57:00 AM)


    You always describe what is, to me, a different world, with such perfect poetic artistry. The reader can see the scene. t x (Report) Reply

  • (4/19/2008 3:49:00 AM)


    Beautifully described vivid images. I enjoyed reading this enchanting seasonal poem. (Report) Reply

  • (4/19/2008 3:45:00 AM)


    Mr P (having moulted and now refurbising) and I agree, this is a good stumbling to happen Autumn poem. Well writ Allie... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 19, 2008

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 31, 2008


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