Gone The Summer

August slides into September,

summer days are almost over.

Gone the chance to dance in clover,

barefoot with the one you love.

Soon we'll gather by the handful

ochre leaves in autumn freefall.

Watch them tumble to the paving,

not for saving, we will burn them.

Warm our hands when cold winds blow.

Then the snow will freeze our fingers

and the frost will choose to linger

late into the morning hours.

Bleak the garden with no flowers

in the midst of winter's pall.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

The passage into autumn is a prolific period for poetry. This one notes the movement from clover to the ochre leaves, then into the bleakness of winter. I think winter somehow equates with death for many of us, which is understandable, with the absence of flora amidst the "pall." But within that seeming stillness life abides, waiting for the spring to call it forth again. Life never really dies.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you John for this thoughtful review. All good wishes.

Chris

[Gee]

Ya could write songs if ya wanted to, smarty pants.....A change is a comin' Christine, can feel it in the air.
Hi Christine, off boating???

[Chris Shaw]

No boating this week-end Gee. Song writer? Maybe, don't mind if I do but don't what ever you do ask me to sing. I assure you, you'll be sorry. Thank you for reading.

Chris

[Lydia Shutter]

A poem of the seasons changing written with splendid imagery! You touch on all the senses. I liked it. Lydi**

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Lydi, so much. Pleased you enjoyed this little read to mark the onset of autumn.
read moreThank you Lydi, so much. Pleased you enjoyed this little read to mark the onset of autumn.

Chris

[barleygirl]

These are all the kinds of things I love about autumn, my favorite season (for now!) Your details are very different from the ones I experience here, but still the sensations are similar, as well as the pure enjoyment drawn from all the sensory input all around, which you've conveyed so well. I love the way your writing here is even more lyrical than usual, like a leaf fluttering along (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Margie, the lines may sound more lyrical, but you wouldn't want to hear me singing them I assure you. Couldn't hit a note if I tried. Thank you for your lovely response.

Chris

[barleygirl]

I used to sing, but my throat isn't what it used to be! (they cut into it from 2 directions for neck surgery & my voice became hampered in the process)! Oh well, we can croak harmoniously!

[duck]

loved all description of jack frost in post. bleak gardens with no flowers is a sign hes on way.

[Chris Shaw]

I thank you :)