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Poems From Inside Autumn

 Southern Australia is now deep into autumnal days. We are experiencing what John Keats eloquently described as the 'Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness.' 

Our mornings are slightly cooler, the air crisp and clear. Afternoons, warm with gentle sunlight and the absence of wind. Flocks of white cockatoos have returned to feast on parkland grasses and the ever fitful twittering of rainbow lorikeets resounds from surrounding treetops, while lemons and olives ripen slowly in the garden. The ocean's surface at nearby Fisherman's Beach is smooth like freshly ironed sheets. 

Over the next week, as we close in on Easter, April will deliver five consecutive days of above average temperatures. More to savour.

Autumn is my favourite season as you might well notice. So here are my autumn offerings. I'll leaf it there...


Notes From Inside Autumn

 

We are sitting inside Autumn's edges

The light,less harsh.

The sun,

Warm for the season,

Delivers a block of mellow days.

Autumn’s song is soft and slow,

But, its farewell inevitable.

The last blush of harvest,

The fade and fall of leaves,

As they surrender

To the increasing crispness of the morning air.

 

This season of change

Cannot be stalled.

We are witness to the leaving

The last blaze of colour,

-we watch it go.

The trees undress themselves

Slowly, sadly.

We reach for books,

And sit beneath thinning trees

Absorbing diluted sunshine

Ever grateful for Autumn’s gifts.

Alan j Wright










Colour My World

Look at me

Look at me

Cries the leaf

Dressed in autumnal

Finery.      

Alan j Wright











It is yet again Poetry Friday and our host on this occasion is Irene Latham at Live Your Poem. Irene presents a post  featuring poetic artifacts, news of poetry month celebrations and a poem about a spring storm.

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  1. You had me at autumn's edges. (Autumn is my favorite too!)

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    1. We share a season, Irene. The idea of being inside Autumn's edge appealed...

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  2. Newtreemom
    Thanks for the reminder of living “opposite seasons “… the year my daughter turned five we (North Americans) lived in South America (Peru) and she was totally convinced the “Spring Fling” celebrated by coincidence on her birthday was her personal party. I love your poem here of the leaf dressed in its finery! It truly does beg us to look and savor that beauty.

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    1. The notion of opposite seasons is a reality for travellers crossing hemispheres. I love your daughter's thinking. Glad you enjoyed this small sample of autumn in the southern hemisphere.

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  3. Beautiful, Alan. I love the leaf poem at the end and how you captured all the wonder and awe of a slowly progressing autumn. I enjoyed it very much. Here - in the Upper Midwest of the United States - we are waiting fo things to "green up." I can't wait much longer! Thanks for sharing the color!

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    1. Thank you Carol. Glad you enjoyed my autumn tonings. May spring burst upon the scene with it usual intensity. I loved Spring when I lived in the US. It was quite a spectacle.

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  4. These are beautiful! It's just starting to be Spring where I am... what a lovely reminder of seasons to come!

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  5. Autumn is my favorite season, too. It always goes by too fast. Your poems brought a touch of autumn back to me!

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    1. The season we most enjoy flies by with undue haste, it seems. So pleased you enjoyed my autumn celebrations.

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  6. I really love all the season for their unique characteristics. I love the line about sitting inside autumn's edges.

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    1. You have it covered, Jone. It's true, they each possess unique qualities that make life interesting. That line seems to have worked a little magic judging by the responses. Thank you for comment.

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  7. These are lovely, Alan. I love this: "We are sitting inside Autumn's edges"

    Autumn's my favorite, too. I always find myself quoting The Great Gatsby:

    "What'll we do with ourselves this afternoon?" cried Daisy, "and the day after that, and the next thirty years?"
    "Don't be morbid," Jordan said. "Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall."

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    1. So glad you like my autumn offerings, Karen. We share a favourite season, be it in different hemispheres. Thank you for the Great Gatsby quote. It's a great closing comment.

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