With the advent of the Autumn
Trees behave as Nature taught 'em;
Maple, Sumach, Plum and Poplar, and the Chestnut known as Horse,
Ere they shed the Summer fashion,
Break into a perfect passion
Of sweet rivalry in color (if deciduous, of course).
Autumn comes, and Claret Ashes,
Liquidambars, showing splashes
From her palette, don the motley - Joseph's coats of many a hue:
Russet-red and golden-yellow
As the season waxes mellow.
As for me, like certain gum-trees, I perversely grow more blue.
I would quaff in ample measure
Every draught of Autumn's pleasure
Were it not a grim foreboding spreads its color thro' the mind.
And I know that Autumn breezes
Bring the first hint of the wheezes;
For, when Fall the Summer follows, Winter is not far behind.
Would I were like lucky mortals
Who, with Winter at the portals,
Shed their ills like Autumn leaves and welcome days of snow and ice.
Still, why not accept the present?
Fall brings favors amply pleasant.
Seat me - Ishoo! - id the sudlight. Autumb cad be very dice.
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The authors pen has delivered a wonderful poem. Autumn is a time of change and I know only too well what he writes in the last line. I wonder why he put two extra long lines in each verse, maybe for emphasis. He could easily have written in quatrains and kept all the lines of similar length.
Who am I to criticise, but I can be curious. -
This is pure beauty! He brings all those deep jewel tones so crisply into my mind. That last line did take me aback for a second read. Then I understood what he was getting at.
Someday I hope to pen a poem such as this.
~Willow~ -
I loved it. This was really nice an di expecially love the end where it seems that you have a stuffy nose or a cold. Keep it up.
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