>

2009 Poetry Theme Challenges

#17 Autumn's Embrace




I know for Teags it is moving to Spring, but I also know he's been kidnapped to the Northern Hemisphere where it is now Autumn. Autumn is so rich and vibrant with colour it has inspired artists and writers since time began. So the challenge is to write about Autumn. John Keats' Ode to Autumn alway springs to my mind so for this challenge I am going to let his words inspire you. I'll also post some inspiration prompts early next week as I am away this weekend.

Ode to Autumn

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,--
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

John Keats

Inspirations


Happy quilling

Jem
XXXX




Autumn's Embrace Challenge Replies



Divena Collins

Lady Autumn
Primeval Tree
Sweet Autumn Fantasy

Lorainne Dafney

Sanctuary

Ryter Roethicle

Autumn
Autumn Of Swans
Journeys
New England Thoughts
October 11 2009
Yearly Yakka
Zero Birds

Khia Taylor

Bringing Autumn
Lady Autumns Etchings

Nia Wynne

Fallen
Heart in Burgundy

Maryse and Willowdown

Autumn Calls



Divena Collins

Lady Autumn



Come Autumns carpet of crimson and gold
Shed thy leaves, bright colours to behold,
Thou hath withered and fallen to the ground,
A regal red carpet, strong winds blew down.
Lady Autumn curtseys, for her first debut,
She haunts the woodlands, now full of grace,
A sceptre of death with a beautiful face.

Summer hath adorned, the dense woodland green
Autumn doth boast, natures variegated scene,
An artists brush, with inspiration and flair
Captures the moment with precision and care.
A mystical autumn, in this season of mists,
As darkness ascends, changing all that s bright,
Leading the woodlands deep, towards the night.

-----

Primeval Tree Of England

Oh ye primeval tree of England, gnarled with age,
Shedding, once more the leaves of autumns page,
Age old myths, within rings of your ancient tome,
Returning Autumns neutrients to woodlands loam
Ye who have thrived thro`seasonal days of yore,
Ne`er a century past, when cast the fruit you bore
Wisened branches, weaving outwards to embrace
Remembering youth, once natures form of grace.

For thou hath felt the chills of winters snow,
And faced the floods when rain doth overflow,
So deeply grooved the bark around your girth
While grasping fibrous roots within the earth,
Yet still thy brightened leaves start to fall
Whenever this seasonal Autumn begins to call
Oh ye primeval tree of England, gnarled with age,
Shredding, once more the leaves of Autumns page.



-----

Sweet Autumn Fantasy

Images of love, she smiles in a field of gold,
Summer past, autumn winds begin to play,
Dreams of ecstasy, wrinkled leaves unfold.
Pleasures of the heart, are hers this day,
A new dawn, is her lover, senses awaken,
She lay down, in an amber, and russet bed,
Where divine fruits, of autumn are shaken.
Chestnuts, now strewn, where they tread.

Sweet innocence of youth, in all her glory
Feeling the folds of nature, take it`s part
Deeply she, who yearns this seasonal story,
Treasuring precious moments in her heart,
Gathering all the beauty, and inspiration
Holding it forever there, in a painted mind
Yielding now, within her own temptation,
Composed in autumn`s fantasy, resigned.



back to list

Lorainne Dafney

Sanctuary

The wind, the rain, the snow and sunshine
Have all kissed the garden I call mine
I swear I hear the roses whispers
Since they and I have become sisters
I greet all that grows each day with love
I tend to each with worn gardening gloves
Autumn's tapestry makes it divine

back to list

Ryter Roethical

Autumn



I always love the early autumn
With dying leaves of Gold and Brown
The fallen leaves upon the lawn
A crinkled patchwork eiderdown.
So on life goes ad infinitum
A time of rest for all that's grown
I always love the early autumn
With dying leaves of Gold and Brown
To Earth a time of sleep has come
Is wearing now a drab nightgown
Some beasts also prepare their home
Gathering what summer has grown
I always love the early autumn
With dying leaves of Gold and Brown

-----

Autumn of Swans



It seems to be my new favourite place
I watch the swans gathering to leave.
I thought all swans were the same,
Then I remembered where I was, the USA.
Nothing is the same especially the climate
And the swans must fly south to survive
Because all too soon there will be a storm
And then there will be no food to live.

I remember six months ago in another place
Watching swans swim around so regally
Ignoring winters onset, there would be no snow
No lack of food, no need for her to fly away.
She still took on a thicker coat for warmth
Because where she lives it still gets cold,
But in a few months all will have changed
And again we'll see beauty to behold.

-----

Journeys



Autumn evokes her scenes and melodies
Where colours are enhanced in clearer skies.
Looking around we see natures casualties,
Lying strewn across still green coloured lawns
The green may stay and later from time to time
Reflect nature's mood and echo a silver veneer
Or be hidden for a while under a white blanket.

The casualties lie there like any other corpses
Gradually returning their gifts to mother Earth
Till all that's left is the skeletal frame.
That also will become part of the next generation
Where budding trees and plants scent out
Incognisant of past events and noble deeds
Til once again they have spread their seeds.

-----

New England Thoughts



A cooling breath steals life from the leaves
And the leaves lose their lustrous greens
Taking on a Kaleidoscope of vivid colours
From pale yellow to rich gold or a deep red.
This mellow scene attracts so many visitors
In reality they're seeing the death of a year
And nature creating the nakedness of winter
Where stark blacks contrast with white snow.

It leaves me feeling unprepared, I'm an alien
I'm a stranger with different experiences
More prepared to view this as a time of sleep
Where chilly short days need long sleeves.
I know that winter eves are spent by fires
Believing in a short time warmth will follow.
Our burnt out forests look dark and sallow
But come spring will be green once again.

-----

October 11 2009



Now I've driven south as far as I need go
And must say farewell to all my friends
Some old, some new, who I'm glad to know
Some moved on following their own path
To others I had to say; "It's time to go now,"
Knowing my promise to return is true
And fate willing will be able to share part
Of my path in life with them next year.

We shared so much these last few weeks
And time flashed by as is her crazy way
We saw the colours change along our road
Where the green of life changed to other hues
Bringing the end of one life to promise of new
And so it will be with us, parting is not death
It is the birth or rebirth of life and love
With the promise of new dreams for the future.

-----

Yearly Yakka



Now Autumn has turned her back to us
And once hot days and warm nights
Have returned to indifference at best.
Former lush green colours become drab
Or have turned to various shades of red
That will in turn become shades of brown
Ending as empty skeletons on a sodden floor.
Once considered cute, creatures rush around
Ignorant of human wishes because of their desire
To survive the imminent threats of winter
And mandatory sleep becomes a way of life
So there must be a store of needed food
That will be unavailable for many months
And now present feasts become a famine.

Similarly avian life will be seen in flocks
Flying eventually south towards the sun
Following routes established millennia ago
By prehistoric life and ignored by man
Who still had to learn to stand erect
And his pretentious descendants
Who selfishly seek to own the world.

-----

Zero Birds on Route 44



The rain has ceased with the start of morn
Now I can't see the Cape because of mist.
For just a while the whole world seems still
Even more because of my Australian mind.
I miss the sound and flight of birds.
There is ample green, and trees abound,
Tis only fall; surely they cannot all have flown
. Not even the humble sparrow graces the scene.

back to list

Khia Taylor

Bringing Autumn

Come dance with me, my winged escape
and skip the skies in flight
we'll let the wind lick at our nape
and subtle touch invite.
Our cares we'll toss to milky moon
and resonate our silky tune-
our cares we'll toss
our cares we'll toss
in freedom's name our love commune.

Come float with me, my winged escape
on billowed waves of blue
we'll lift the night mist's heavy drape
and sail on moonbeams through.
This golden eve will whisper dreams
on silver sheets where all it seems-
this golden eve
this golden eve
cascades our love down rushing streams.

Come bloom with me my winged escape
in midnight's breathless hour
my petals spread 'neath stardust cape
to nature's heady power.
We'll give ourselves to Spring's last rites
awaken sleeping appetites
we'll give ourselves
we'll give ourselves
and Autumn's zenith expedite.

-----

Lady Autumns Etchings

Towards the end of Summer's hot, exhausting reign
Lady Autumn slips in sly and subtle- only a hint on the wind.
She tickles the clouds until they roll and gather
in afternoon rumbles of laughter, stirring the slumbering chill
Whispering with a wink, she bides her time, coy and poised.
Taking note, the leaves ripen with joy and begin
their preparation for the change of color guard.

On cue, Nature ushers her in, flowing with delicate boldness.
Trees tremble their anticipation, releasing tipsy leaves
that flitter awe and approval in the heady breeze
landing prostrate - an offer for her to etch her sage poetry
on their drying backs, for they are her prolific papers
The flurry of her quill radiates her thoughts and rhymes.
These playful sheets capture her insights for all to see.

Her secrets of life carpet the ground, gathering against fences
and are raked into tantalizing piles where children will jump
and bathe in her imagery - the whispers and magic they still hear.
They toss her thoughts into the air, scattering dappled puns
wisdom clinging in their hair- tickling down shirts.
They feel the quiet brush of her rhythm and lore
and drink in her leafy poems, both brief and deep.

back to list

Nia Wynne

Fallen



Scarlet letters fall from ethereal trees
Whose arms hold the escritoire of a heart,
Burnished, beating, blazing for a word from thee
For thou art the aire in her branches
Breezing through the tiniest twig of thought,
Thinking now that Falls Queen has met her King,
A Prince among the oaks set in snow starred fields
As the Meadow Lark sings in the lea where loves leaves have fallen.

-----

Heart in Burgundy



In deepest burgundy this pen is dipped
To swell the lines of a poet hearts blood,
No scrawl of pencil lead gray
Except whence comes the color of age
Upon a once tawny brown head,
For summers spent it's seeds all around
And Falls lillies now bend instead with lustrous crowns.

back to list

Maryse and Willowdown

Autumn Calls

Autumn in his coat of old, stitched leaves
came knocking at my door,
rustling fingers tapping at my window-pane;
oh, but why should I let you in,
I'm warm and comfy in my chair,
a little bit of summer still warm
and dancing in my grate,
a glass of brandy in my hand
and ginger biscuits on a plate...
Go away, Autumn,
you have nothing that I want;
I've pots and pans (and blueberry jam),
mittens for my hands at night
and well-worn slippers for my feet...
why, my little life is almost complete!
No use knocking on my door,
please try further down the street.

"Let me come inside" pleads Autumn
"I have gold I want to share
Covering the trees and hillsides
Just before they all turn bare.
I won't be as hot as summer,
Nor as fickle as the spring,
I don't have the bite of winter
That can freeze 'most anything.
You can still enjoy your brandy
Keep your feet and fingers warm
Please allow me in dear poet
I won't do you any harm.
Look outside and see my beauty
Spread as far as eye can see
Surely you can bid me enter.
Show some hospitality."

"Go away, Autumn,
you make my old bones ache
and mortify my mind with intimations of mortality
. Winter at least is chill and chaste
but your protestations of beauty offend me
- all I see is sad decay
and the perishing of things held dear.
The song you sing is sad and drear,
you reduce the trees to skeletons
and drive a sober man to beer
simply to keep the wind at bay.
October is full of gales and lamentation,
November harbours ancient ghosts...
go away from my door
and leave me to my tea and toast!"

"Poet have your eyes been blinded
That you can no longer see?
Has your heart become embittered
That you speak such treachery?
I'm the kindest of the seasons,
Loveliest too I might add,
And to hear you say such harsh words
Makes me rightfully quite mad.
I am not the cause of decay
Change is something we go through
I resent the implication
I bring thoughts of death to you.
Keep your door closed silly poet,
I'm not going anywhere,
And I will not take the blame for
Your desire to drink beer!"

back to list




Any Comments or Suggestions, please email me

The Poets Garret
2009 Poetry Form Challenge
2009 Poetry Theme Challenge
Tir Na nOg Poetry Community