Autumn

seasons come and go, as does love.

I have been led astray by the trees, 

that even as they sway and rustle 

gently to an Autumn breeze, disrobe.

I have been seduced by the fading

scent of the last carefully mown grasses;

the bright eyed squirrel, who harbours

no lust, save for that of abundant harvest.

I have lain naked beneath 

a silver wreathed hunter's moon,

the stars so close I can reach

up and pluck them from the sky.

And I have loved you season through,

in pensive nocturne, stripped bare

of all summer dreaming;

storm brewed by the look in

your eyes, as the wild geese fly

to far distant horizons

and the first flurry of snow

cloaks whatever colour remains.

Reviews

[Adam Whitworth]

Wow, so that is what real poetry looks like! What a rare and precious thing, this lovely sparkling jewel.

[icelandicblue]

This is a beautiful poem of Autumn. You personification was absolutely stunning, especially that last stanza:
And I have loved you season through,
in pensive nocturne, stripped bare
of all summer dreaming;
storm brewed by the look in
your eyes, as the wild geese fly
to far distant horizons
and the first flurry of snow
cloaks whatever colour remains.

You have a lovely poetic voice.

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the poem. The words danced and create good places and thoughts.
"And I have loved you season through,
in pensive nocturne, stripped bare
of all summer dreaming;"
The above lines are true. We must be stripped bare to know who we truly are. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[B.J]

Your writing is so vivid and natural, full of colour. Well penned

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is a pure example of how inspirational autumn is for poets...the changing seasons, the dying of summer's ripeness...the crisp air as winter comes creeping in...and yet there is such beauty, even in death.

[Michael G. Smith]

A very sensual dream laden work of sorts. The mood of verse passes betwixt the heart and draws at the spirit.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

This has a sad tone to it reflecting loss of both summer and love. Your poetry is descriptive and elegant.

[kublakhan27]

I'm always fascinated with seasonal poetry, and the changing of the seasons and how different writers approach it...you've worked the lost-love metaphor to perfection here with some really beautiful and bittersweet imagery...hard to pick favourite bits from this one, I was gripped from start to finish...I love the entrance of Winter to close it out...a sad story but gorgeously told...great work Beccy :)

[Emily Ring]

Your words have a mysterious and soulful quality. Very lovely.

[Chris]

This paused me on my Monday morning... the tones drew me, the words held me... and the aftertaste held my smile.