Autumn: Wind blow leaves

The cold wind blows bringing leaves off the trees

Whipping up those which went before

Whirling down the path

As Dervish in their twirling dance

 

A kaleidoscope of colour

Red, green, orange, brown and white

Twirling in a race

To find some calm place to rest

 

A group come to rest

Only to be picked up

By the next strong gust

To join in the twirling throng

 

The lawn is carpeted

With a colourful mosaic

In the calm under the hedge

A drift of coloured snow

 

A new home for insects

To hide out the winter cold

Hedge hogs

Snails and slugs

 

Until the gardener

With rake and blower

Move them on to an out of the way place

Where birds can search for tasty bits

PeteC 2018

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

This is a lovely autumn poem Wild Rose. Full of colour and movement. You have captured the movement of the leaves caught by the wind very well. Was out myself yesterday with the garden rake. Sweeping up birch leaves. Hope all is good with you.

Chris

[Wild Rose]

Thank you Christine > I try to make my writing interesting > here it was making the colours and movement alive for you
Overnight (and for the rest of today) we have gales > A drift of leaves behind the back door - the waste (wheely) bins were in the middle ot the yard = moved them back and placed a heavy planter behind _ the leaves can wait the birds are on the ground walking to the bread crumbs

[Robowriter]

what wonderful imagery! your words paint a colorful picture in my head!

[Wild Rose]

Thank you > that is what I am aiming AND learning to do
Create pictures in words for you

[Paul Bell]

That time of year when the leaves pile up. I sort of look at them for a month hoping the wind will take them away. Never seems to happen. Should train the Hedgehogs to do it for me. I've got slugs by the thousands.

[Wild Rose]

Thanks - Slugs - Blackbirds gobble them up in one gulp _ I pull them out of the compost bin, leave them near by on a slab Turn my back look back they are gone

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful poem shared. Create beautiful place and a perfect ending. Thank you Wild Rose for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Wild Rose]

Thank you - Inspired by leaves being blown around by (an almost) gale force wind in our back garden
The birds are always welcome to our garden > today they devoured some mould cheese and baked potato skins - payment for their entertainment

[Coyote Poetry]

You did well and you are welcome.

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

The poor Hedge hogs and Snails and slugs. A beautiful poem on Autumn with such vivid pictures. Nature is all about the predator and the prey. Yet it is so beautiful and that beauty is brought out in this poem.

[Wild Rose]

thank you Yes I know we want to help the Hedgehogs and Frogs they eat the snails and slugs > As do the Blackbirds
We have a Birdbath and a large puddle/small pond
An area with 2 compost bins bits of wood thick hedge . that is where the leaves get dumped

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

Must be thrilling to have such a garden. Very Interesting.

[Wild Rose]

We now live by the sea (about 4 miles by car) and ten miles from 'The Lake District National Park' Lakes and mountains - In the NW of England > On The Irish Sea and Sloway Firth coasts Scotland is twenty miles across the Solway
Morning sun rises over the distant mountains and sets over the sea
We are on a corner site with gardens on all sides > Oh yes we are at 125m (360ft) above sea level

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

That is beautiful. No words to do justice to the beauty of the Irish countryside. I have seen Fermanagh once. I can't forget it ever.