The northern wind whips autumn trees to fray
Under clouds of grey, plum maple leaves stray
Strands of willow, brambles of berries roil
Faded petals - all pressed smooth in rich soil
A leavening, softening cold canvas
Of bare gardens, draped in dew-glazed sadness
I sleep buried under warm blankets, fluffy
Clasping handful of seeds, golden honey
Grace@Everyday Amazing
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The clasping of seeds is such a wonderful image... it makes me think of hibernation... the autumn is a harbinger of winter, and we need that hope.
ReplyDeleteI too love the image of clasping seeds. Autumn is my favorite time of year leading down to winter. the Orionids will be seen this weekend and I am looking forward to them. The images in your poem are those of cold, warmth, and sleep. I like it immensely.
ReplyDeleteNice sound. I liked the seeds and honey at the end.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful! Especially love; "Under clouds of grey, plum maple leaves stray."❤️
ReplyDeleteYour opening line sings.
ReplyDeleteSure lots of grey, and some white as we had snow ugg
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful reverie — the autumn imagery is so picturesque in your words. I loved the R's in "Strands of willow, brambles of berries roil" and also, the warmth of the closing lines. :-)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, dense, and rich imagery.
ReplyDeleteI like how the rhyming switches in the second stanza to "half rhymes...."canvas,sadness, fluffy, honey"...surprises the ear.
ReplyDeleteI agree, the rhyming reflects the meaning so beautifully, form mirrors the images, a declension from the flock of vivid hard rhymes of the first stanza into the softer rhymes of the second stanza, like autumn itself, bringing us to a softer quieter place. Simply brilliant and so gorgeous to read aloud. It folds us in Grace.
DeleteAn Autumn delight, Grace! I like how effectively you rhymed and maintained your meter. Beautifully written! :)
ReplyDeleteThe rhythm here is just flowing, like a single poplar leaf on a cold creek. Maybe that reflects the smooth transitioning of seasons in Ontario. Where I'm from it's more of a tripping, staggering, lagging, and sometimes catapulting!
ReplyDeleteSo many tones of autumn.
ReplyDeleteA leavening, softening cold canvas...
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Lovely evocation of the season. Like others, I like how the rhymes change as the piece progresses - marked by start of the 2nd stanza - 'a leavening, softening...'
ReplyDeleteWhat else can I add to the compliments except I enjoy so much your poetry style, Grace...
ReplyDeleteAutumn is the great season of transformation, when outside goes inside and slowly sheds all semblance of life in order to birth the next. The languid sleepiness is bear-like and settles into a hibernating gold.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, colourful autumn imagery, Grace! I particularly love the language in the lines:
ReplyDelete'A leavening, softening cold canvas
Of bare gardens, draped in dew-glazed sadness'.
Oh, I love autumn, the colors, the garden going to sleep, the chill and the snuggling under the blanket. Your poem brought into focus. Nice job.
ReplyDeletePat
The colors of autumn mingle with melancholy. (K)
ReplyDeletebeautiful imagery..."draped in dew-glazed sadness" loved this phrase
ReplyDeleteI sleep buried under warm blankets, fluffy
ReplyDeleteClasping handful of seeds, golden honey
One gets the feeling of nature's readiness to prepare for the ensuing year. You did very well, Grace, in having it all personified!
Hank
love the sound and rhythm here and the theme of loss and hope. I smiled at these lines - I sleep buried under warm blankets, fluffy
ReplyDeleteClasping handful of seeds, golden honey
Happy weekend. :-)
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I really liked the way your poem move from the whipping northern wind to sleeping and that beautiful last line. Just beautiful!