Friday, November 25, 2016

Autumn Reverie--By Mary A. Couch

Autumn Reverie

I wander worn trail to blue-green lakeshore
where woodlands are painted in autumn hues,
and forlorn leaves crackle beneath my feet.

The crisp scent of pine lingers on the breeze
as I watch sunrise, a child’s finger painting,
splatter sky canvas in yellow and pink.

I feel your touch, a bittersweet memory
as wind wraps me in its arms, and chills my bones.
I turn, retrace steps to cabin alone.

Mary A. Couch resides in Noblesville, Indiana, and works as an Admin Assistant for Taylored Systems, Inc. a local telecommunication company. She is the Premier Poet for the Indiana State Federation of Poetry Clubs, and she learned poetry from her mother and two grandmothers who were writers, artists and storytellers. She has been published in a variety of venues.


  1. Dear Mary,
    Thank you for this poem; I like especially the phrase, "a child's finger painting, splatter sky canvas in yellow and pink." Since we're both mid-westerners we share similar sounds of leaves crackling under our feet.
    Quite enjoyable,

  2. I really like this poem. It shows extreme sensitivity and warmth.

  3. I enjoyed your poem, thanks for sharing it with us.

  4. Mary,
    A great poem with lots of imagery!
    Yours truly,
    David Fox

  5. This is a sad poem of loss. I enjoy reading it for the feelings it evokes

  6. These are the types of poems that really stir up memories within me. What a wonderful poem, Mary. Thank you for sharing it and continued blessings!

    -MJ (

  7. What a beautiful, tranquil autumn poem. Love it! Good one, Mary!