The Autumning Poem by Lucy Burrow

The Autumning

Rating: 5.0

A cloud streaked sky of azure blue
Canopies the dampened ground
Where Autumnal leaves of every hue
Are windswept piles the children found
And kicked about the garden's green
Then left them strewn once more to pile
In the sworling wind, with hands unseen,
Who touched the Summer-end's heart awhile

The muddied earth too damp to sow
Lies fallow 'till the table falls
Enough to end damp-rot and grow
Fresh crops to fill the market stalls.
There's morning mists and whitened ground
To tempt you out to breathe the air
Of morning! - there's none cleaner found
And see dew-clad cobwebs hanging there.

Blackberries and hips adorn the hedge
With late honeysuckle fading slow,
Nettles and dock on wayside edge
Are all preparing for the snow
A bird strikes up! I hear his song.....
As if upon some coppice gate of yore
It sings of Summers passed and gone...
To come again no more.

Seamus O Brian 06 September 2016

Your imagery captivated me from the first line and carried me deliciously to the end. Thank you for this wonderful work.

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Rajaram Ramachandran 30 November 2005

This is another poem welcoming the Autumn season, each one marking its own importance for the lovers of nature, in which Lucy is also one I find.

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Ernestine Northover 26 October 2005

10 out of 10 again, Lucy. These are my kind of poems. Sincerely Ernestine Northover

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Lucy Burrow

Lucy Burrow

Nigeria, West Africa
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