Autumn

Written in this season last year. Read last week in our local Harwich poetry group as the theme was Autumn. The first three contributions read, mine included, all mentioned roads.

 

This poem came together in Chest Wood near Colchester.

 

AUTUMN

 

At the completeness of the year

Yellow, scarlet, claret, orange flare

One dissolves in the other, unique colour,

Beech, dogwood, spindle, aspen, elm

Blazing dead fronds of bracken. Robins still sing.

Last swallow lingers.

Soft damp, a hint of fertile rotting

Cold, sharp, a sense of winter’s hardening

Tumult of migrants misted in the air.

 

Past the long changing wood

The road runs fast, cars jockey,

Schedules are met, business done

And the computers speak

Of golden beaches in the sun.

 

copyright Simon Banks 2012

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7 Comments

  1. Very nice

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  2. you created the perfect autumn environment in your post:) lovely:)particularly liked the description of, ‘one dissolves in the other, unique color..’

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  3. Thanks, mightlake. It’s a beautiful small remnant of ancient woodland, though it can’t produce quite the amazing blaze of North American autumn woods.

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  4. Nightlake, I mean!!

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  5. Marvelous autumn writing. I especially liked these lines:
    “Soft damp, a hint of fertile rotting
    Cold, sharp, a sense of winter’s hardening
    Tumult of migrants misted in the air.”

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  6. Many thanks, Lori. Maybe it shows – despite all that spring has going for it, autumn’s my favourite season.

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