Autumn gold at four o’clock
leaves like snow starting to lay
yellowing mellow, well ripe fruit
watch scratchground squirrel stashing loot
the wind is teaching the trees to hymn
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Ramble bramble, berries black
fringed and dotted with rose hip red
it’s time to ponder and reflect
lonely collar turned up, chill protect
summer is slipping away from you
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Deepening shades and colours
piccolo piping, toning flute
songsters for winter prepare
a smell of maturing in the air
holding up, as seems, woodman’s smoke
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But the River Itchen swells
in boastful wisdom he tells us
“tis nothing new, this time of year,
press ever onward with steadfast cheer”
he laps and chuckles at all our rue.
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Sounds like a lovely place to be. I hope all is well with you. Peace and joy.
Hi Dale, I’m snatching a coffee break, Yeah Winchester is a lovely old place, I never saw a poem about the Itchen so I thought I would put it on the map-difficult to knock into shape that one. be a good boy now. luv Suz
whenever i need my soul lightned, i come here…
Amanda that means a great deal to me,thank you and God bless
I love the words you use in the second verse, particularly “ramble bramble” just makes me want to go outside!
Hello Tommy [?] really nice to meet you,yes I love Autumn brrr
yeah it’s Tom – nice to meet you too thanks for your comments….Autumn seems to be over so quickly…we seem to be in the midsts of Winter already!
“Ramble bramble, berries black”
^_^
Hey, when I lived at home, we used to make blackberry and apple pies and jam by the ton, and blackcurrant even better but I don’t have the facilities here alas.
I swear you spew out poems like i spew out curses. You sure you’re not talking in rhyme in real life?
It’s a funny old thing y’know but I haven’t so much as had a sniff of a poetic thought for more than four months, wishing you a nice day
“spew out poems?”
Nah…I think they’re just hiding from ya. Or maybe you ran out of inspiration. Quick!!! Go out to the Bahamas!