Tirol In Late Autumn Poem by Tom Billsborough
Tirol In Late Autumn
I recall the soft white pastures
Etched out between the fells,
Which spilled their darker tones
Down slopes like forest groupings.
I recall the unique gestures
Of snowflakes in the breeze
Metallic Matin bells
Now ringing through the trees.
And on the window panes
Frost spread its bony hands,
Its print of bones outside,
Its admittance still denied.
Cow bells echoed and the whistle blew
As soon the morning train
Chugged up the slopes from Innsbruck
Towards the Mutteralm.
A Lady passed and said " Gruss Gott."
And I returned her greeting.
Her cheeks were blossoming with cold
As I recall that meeting.
And briefly did I turn
As her footsteps etched the meadow.
Tom this is a lovely calming piece.....your words paint such a lovely picture..these words stick out most to me...Frost spread its bony hands, Its print of bones outside, ......it was all beautiful but these words drew me right in.... Annette
My first holidays abroad were in the Tirol and I've never forgotten those Fairy tale villages of Mutters (meaning Mothers) and Natters (meaning Grandmothers) . They were about four miles from Innsbruck but a few thousand feet higher. Once it snowed in September!
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Nature's beauty so vivid in your poem- -The snowy picture of nature is etched in your memory which you fondly remember.To quote some lines from this lovely poem- - - - - - I recall the unique gestures Of snowflakes in the breeze Metallic Matin bells Now ringing through the trees. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A Lady passed and said Gruss Gott. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - As I recall that meeting. And briefly did I turn As her footsteps etched the meadow.
thank you, Bharati. It was the sounds of the cow bells and the little train's whistle I remember in the clear morning air and the unexpected snowfall and the beautiful, fairy tale Austrian Villages, It was like waking up in Wonderland! Loved the Austrian food too. Those bread rolls with Apricot jam, Wiener Schnitchel and Apfel Strudel. If I could wave a magic wand and transport the Tirol close to the Sea I'd live there!