Shhhhh, listen, can you hear her.

The changing seasons

Her breath is but a chill whisper,
a whisper that stirs the leaves of trees ablaze with autumnal hues,
these lit by a fading sun that will climb barely half sky height
before tumbling over an ever darkening horizon
casting long, grasping, shadows.
Flowers drained by summers oppressive heat bow down their heads in deference laying petals before her,
a pastel coloured carpet to welcome her arrival
this littered with burnished, over ripe fruit
given up by a host to tired to any longer hold.
A lone squirrel busies itself, scurrying, collecting, hiding,
for it too knows of her coming,
will see her in then sleep her away
whilst birds on the wing, soar, fly with her,
but only briefly before leaving for warmer climes
returning only when she herself is taking her leave.
Me, I have heard her whisper,
felt her chill breath on bared skin
and am already mourning the season just passed,
wishing that the oft bemoaned summer heat be back.
In hope I pray she be meek, mild, not raise her voice,
and spring will not be welcomed in with blessed relief
from that which went before.

Reviews

[Wild Rose]

Lovely > not your usual writing


Got my winter drawers out to warm thick Icelandic cardy; woolly hat and gloves

[Gee]

Good morning, every now and again try my hand at sensible !!
Thank you

[angel]

Oh, I haven't felt that it's a problem. I've heard the phrase 'old MAN Winter all my life; never before thought of her being a lady...or is she his wife? A couple. There's a concept. TWO Winters! Good morning!

[Gee]

Perhaps a cold hearted couple. Thank you

[Ken Simm.]

Excellent piece of almost mystery as we move in her season of mist and mellow fruitfulness. I can hear the last of the wasps buzzing outside my studio as I read this and shiver for her coming. An excellent piece.

[Gee]

I may well frame this review :)) I have great respect for both you and your work Mr Simm so am properly chuffed. Thank you.

[Ken Simm.]

Well A'hll go t'foot of our stairs. You are more than welcome and it is I who should be chuffed to get that reply.

[Hsnx]

this very nice..you write in such a beautiful way..it very awesome and privilege to read them and feel it .i love autumn though its hot summer here...very nice read

[Gee]

Thank you Ellie, appreciate your time in reviewing.

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

Wow this poem mentions all the stuff I love, flowers, birds and squirrels but u wove such an eloquent awesome muse around them . A great poem indeed to delight the poetic senses. Kudos.


Pleez do write your thoughts/comment/review under my newest poem too. I'm used to friendly interaction to greet each other.

[Gee]

Thank you. I will pop over and have a butcher's shortly.

[Chris Shaw]

You know, you really can convey the serious stuff well Gee. There are some lovely descriptive lines here signalling the change of season and how it effects the wild life. This is very nicely done and a pleasure to read.I felt that chill today when the sun went in and I in a sleeveless top was still trying to kid myself that summer is still with us. Much cooler mornings and evenings now.

Chris

[Gee]

Good morning Christine,thank you. Sleeveless top, oh no, no, no, tis time to break out the cable knit sweaters, long John's and your parka.

[Chris Shaw]

Good morning Gee. Not quite long johns yet :)

[Neville]

Stop wondering... give ya self a pat on the back..... just got back and it feels like mid winter..... Nice one Gee... N

[Gee]

Welcome home, cheers Neville

[Neville]

My pleasure mate... It's freezing down ere

[Lorry]

I can hear her Gee, all too bloody loudly :)
I too feel the mourning of the season passed. Wasn't it just yesterday we had record breaking heatwaves?
We had bloody hailstones last night. It was like winter was rattling the windows, shouting "I haven't forgot. I'm on my way."
But on the plus side, at least we get to do what we do best, moan and reminisce :)

[Gee]

To hot, cold, wet, dry....no pleasing us eh ??
Temperature slowly dropping here, soon be frosty :((Thank
Cheers Lorry

[Lorry]

Its our national pastime, after football and neer :)

[Beccy]

This is chock full of the rich imagery of the coming season, which for me is the most beautiful of all as it reminds us of nature's eternal cycle of rebirth.

I saw it all so clearly as I read; and I am so glad you penned and shared this truly lovely poem.

Beccy.

[Gee]

Thank you, always wonder to the reaction when I don my semi serious head. Am happy you enjoyed.
read moreThank you, always wonder to the reaction when I don my semi serious head. Am happy you enjoyed.
Hope all is well with you both

[barleygirl]

LOVE! LOVE! LOVE! I love the coming of autumn & you've captured it using the viewpoint of so many of my favorite critters & natural phenomenon (esp: cool breeze!) Love: "flowers bowing their heads in deference" (brilliant!) I love the scurrying sensations you impart, as everything gets ready for the change. I love the tiredness you describe as some give up their bouncy summer flounces. We do not get changing colors here & sometimes I feel as if we don't get a "real autumn" becuz of this. But your poem reminds me of so many other ways to enjoy the coming season. We had a very mild summer & now I'm sitting here with a sweater AND a sweatshirt (chilly mornings already!) *smile* Fondly, Margie

[Gee]

PHEW !!! Very glad to get your seal of approval Margie as I was quite unsure about this one, perhaps should have a wee bit more belief in myself :)) Even toyed with the idea of attending creative writing classes but would be flummoxed if given guidelines or rules to abide by.
Thank you kindly.
Glad Norman is on the mend.
Take care, hope all is well with you.

[barleygirl]

Yes, all you need is more self-confidence about your writing! You are better than you seem to think you are! Self-doubts suck! (((HUGS)))

[Gee]

You're very kind :))