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You Gave Me Autumn - Poem by Sandra Fowler

You gave me autumn in an envelope.
The rich light burned within my bones like gold.
It sent the sun down with a vivid shout.
The air pulsated with its after glow.

I felt the mood of old November roofs,
Redolent with their Appalachian fires.
The dusk lasts long in West Virginia, Friend.
Its fall cannot be heard by human ears.

Comments about You Gave Me Autumn by Sandra Fowler

  • Cindy Kreiner Sera 4/25/2009 8:32:00 AM

    From the first superior Line to the last 'You gave me Autumn in an envelope' and ' dusk falling unheard' holds between it an outstanding write.. I am sure autumn puckered up, planted kisses on your brow - Reply

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  • Kesav Easwaran 1/12/2009 7:29:00 AM

    Amazing write...vivid imageries...give a surprising feel on read...the poem makes the reader sad on account of the depth inside it...and joyous on account of the sweetness of the scenes it brings before eyes...10 Reply

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  • premji premji 12/29/2008 7:16:00 AM

    really enjoyed the evening sun...
    and i wish it never set......
    happy 'poetic' new year....

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  • Everest Fox 11/29/2008 6:00:00 PM

    I have a soft spot in my heart for fall. I must commend you on this captured moment of words. Utterly laden with the essence of fall. Beautiful. Thank you for having this up. Reply

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  • Sarwar Chowdhury 11/4/2008 12:59:00 PM

    Autumn season has great significance. Your poem is a significant piece! fine imagery indeed.....10+++++++ Reply

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  • Mamta Agarwal 10/7/2008 6:39:00 AM

    captivating like autumn, extraordinary imagery-you gave me autumn in an envelope
    autumn is one season which arouses mixed feelings.10

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  • Martin Swords 10/3/2008 9:45:00 AM

    I too have felt the mood of old November in the Wicklow Mountains

    in Ireland. Autumn is the time that must be written full of life...

    and death. It is a humbling time that stops us thinking we are invincible...

    yet still gives us hope. See 'Autumnal' Thank You

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  • Koyel Mitra 9/19/2008 12:20:00 AM

    This is an excellent Nature poem with beautiful imagery.A 10! Reply

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  • Ashraful Musaddeq 9/14/2008 3:17:00 PM

    A beautiful composition,10 for it. Reply

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  • , aryaindia 9/8/2008 4:59:00 AM

    First of all, the title of your poem enticed me toward its conceptual theme and the fascination within your thoughts give it an impetus that is hard to go by without noticing..........the softer side of a gentle spirit wafts through to spread the warmth of a special feel of nobility of vision embarks on wings of autumn that you fly on. Bewitching thoughts, thanks - arya Reply

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  2. 52. By An Autumn Fire
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  3. 53. You Gave Me Autumn
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  4. 54. Autumn Love
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  5. 55. Autumn On The Horizon
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  8. 58. Autumn Evening
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  10. 60. An Autumn Evening
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  23. 73. In Autumn
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  28. 78. Ballad Of Autumn
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  30. 80. The Name—of It—is 'Autumn'
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  31. 81. On The Approach Of Autumn
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  40. 90. A Portrait Of Autumn
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  42. 92. Autumn Musing
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  45. 95. Autumn Rose
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  46. 96. I Have Seen Autumn
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  48. 98. And After Autumn Winter Comes
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  50. 100. Autumn Time
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  1. By An Autumn Fire

    Now at our casement the wind is shrilling, Poignant and keen And all the great boughs of the pines between It is harping a lone and hungering strain To the eldritch weeping of the rain; And then to the wild, wet valley flying It is seeking, sighing, Something lost in the summer olden. When night was silver and day was golden; But out on the shore the waves are moaning With ancient and never fulfilled desire, And the spirits of all the empty spaces, Of all the dark and haunted places, With the rain and the wind on their death-white faces, Come to the lure of our leaping fire. But we bar them out with this rose-red splendor From our blithe domain, And drown the whimper of wind and rain With undaunted laughter, echoing long, Cheery old tale and gay old song; Ours is the joyance of ripe fruition, Attained ambition. Ours is the treasure of tested loving, Friendship that needs no further proving; No more of springtime hopes, sweet and uncertain, Here we have largess of summer in fee­ Pile high the logs till the flame be leaping, At bay the chill of the autumn keeping, While pilgrim-wise, we may go a-reaping In the fairest meadow of memory!

  2. Emigre In Autumn

    Walking down the garden path From the house you do not own, Once again you think of how Cool the autumns were at home. Dressed as if you had just left The courtyard of the summer palace, Walk the boundaries of the park, Count the steps you take each day - Miles that span no distances, Journeys in sunlight toward the dark. Sit and watch the daylight play Idly on the tops of leaves Glistening overhead in autumn's Absolute dominion. Nothing lost by you excels These empires of sunlight. But even here the subtle breeze Plots with underlying shadows. One gust of wind and suddenly The sun is falling from the trees.

  3. Autumn Love

    Search. Search. Seek. Seek. Cold. Cold. Clear. Clear. Sorrow. Sorrow. Pain. Pain. Hot flashes. Sudden chills. Stabbing pains. Slow agonies. I can find no peace. I drink two cups, then three bowls, Of clear wine until I can’t Stand up against a gust of wind. Wild geese fly over head. They wrench my heart. They were our friends in the old days. Gold chrysanthemums litter The ground, pile up, faded, dead. This season I could not bear To pick them. All alone, Motionless at my window, I watch the gathering shadows. Fine rain sifts through the wu-t’ung trees, And drips, drop by drop, through the dusk. What can I ever do now? How can I drive off this word — Hopelessness?

  4. Autumn On The Horizon

    Autumn is on the horizon, I can tell By the colored leaves that fell, While all around the land was green, The change in the season hardly seen. Autumn is on the horizon, I can tell, Orchard trees are fruitless as well. Their outstretched boughs as if in a spell As the succulent leaves begin to pale. Autumn is on the horizon, I can tell, Birds not singing on the porch rail Sensing the coming of the autumn chill, Prepare to flock on the nearby hill. Autumn is on the horizon, I can tell Seeing woolly caterpillars on the boarded well, Squirrels scurrying across the ground Where hickory nuts now abound. Autumn is coming soon, if one believes, The land will be covered with a blanket of leaves. Flowers wilting beneath the hazy sky, No longer attracting a beautiful butterfly.