Autumn

seasons come and go, as does love.

I have been led astray by the trees, 

that even as they sway and rustle 

gently to an Autumn breeze, disrobe.

I have been seduced by the fading

scent of the last carefully mown grasses;

the bright eyed squirrel, who harbours

no lust, save for that of abundant harvest.

I have lain naked beneath 

a silver wreathed hunter's moon,

the stars so close I can reach

up and pluck them from the sky.

And I have loved you season through,

in pensive nocturne, stripped bare

of all summer dreaming;

storm brewed by the look in

your eyes, as the wild geese fly

to far distant horizons

and the first flurry of snow

cloaks whatever colour remains.

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

A glorious blending of romance and nature. The emotions are honest and the imagery is gorgeous. What a wonderful write this is. Lydi**

[Rita L. Sev]

Beccy, this is a gorgeous poem - you capture something romantic and soulful in the season.

[W.k.kortas]

Romantic in the best sense, a piece hearkening back to the poets who were called same. The pacing and imagery here are both first-rate. Top-shelf worthy piece of work.

[Matching Socks]

Beautiful Beccy.
There is a season to everything, good things come and go.

[R Smith]

first thing I did was put that in my library, it is a lovely song of autumn and love the third stanza is a piece of heaven come down to us, you show skill with words and passion that is remarkable well written bravo :)

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Love is certainly a lot like nature, unpredictable and has its changes of seasons… Your metaphors are top notch in this poem.

[Beccy]

Thanks Noel, for both the lovely review and pointing out my silly typo. My laptop keyboard is being a bit of a pain lately, I have to check everything at least twice. I'll maybe have to invest in a little up to date technology before too long.

Beccy.

[NoelHC]

Wonky keyboards are the flea infested armpit of life! Lovely write though my friend.

[NoelHC]

After a bit of a nasty surprise early snow fall here not quite a fortnight ago, we are now into a gorgeous autumn, but not near as gorgeous as these words. Well done, Beccy.

I did notice "pluck then" I believe you meant "them".

[Sami Khalil]

A wonderful season indeed in your poetic words. The flurry of anticipations are endless. Bravo...................