Autumn Leaves

A simple poem about autumn

                             AUTUMN LEAVES

                              by Arthur Gordon        

                             

                    ‘The winter solstice has began,

                    It is a time on the farm for hearty work and toil,

                    The tractor and plough take to the land,

To plough and prepare the rich, red soil.

 

On the flat plain of the Exe valley,

Winter wheat and barley are sown,

Crows gather to feast on the planted seed,

In spring the grain will be ripe and fully grown.

 

Wintry rain scours the bare ploughed land,

Fallen dry leaves turn and tap the ground,

Dusk soon ends the overcast short days,

The nocturnal call of a nightjar the only sound.

 

In the nearby villages and towns,

In the cheerless grey and coming of the night,

The birds roost early in the trees,

Street lamps come on at dusk, yellow and bright.

 

 

Boats head for the safety of the harbour,

With the onset of autumn rain and gales,

Mariners come ashore to a welcome inn,

Yachtsmen moor their boats and furl their sails.

 

The West country rivers swell with wintry rain,  

                     The flowers will bloom in spring again,

                     On the seashore the wind rises and the waters seethe,

                     This is the season of autumn leaves.’ 

 

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Author's Note

Autum in South Devon

Reviews

[Karen Beavis]

Lovely poem - so well put together. Sums up beautifully the changes autumn brings.