Autumn Leaves…
A Winter’s gale blows thick
and fast
Tossing the leaves that are
unable to last
While the timid sun sighs
with despair
As winter laughs without a
care.
Autumn hides with fear on her
face
This land is now no longer
her place
Birds migrate with urgent
speed
There’s nothing here that
they need.
Insects don’t thrive when it
is so cold
Plants wither and become
suddenly old
A lone robin still sings with
some hope
Wondering how on earth he
will cope.
Autumn turns and hurries away
Taking her hues and pride
with dismay
She sheds such a small and
silent tear
Grateful that she will be
back next year.
Linda Hurdwell has been a
widow for 5 years. She has two adult sons. Living in the English countryside,
she takes her dog, Bessie, for a daily walks and that's where many of her poems
and stories are born. She has always
loved writing and has a few short stories published. Although now a pensioner,
she enjoys working with adults with learning disabilities and running a mencap
social club once a week. Her hobbies are writing, tap dancing, and going to the
theatre or cinema with my friends.
Hi Lin: A beautiful tribute to Autumn. The hope of renewal is always so inspiring,
ReplyDeletelove, SuZ
Dear Linda,
ReplyDeleteI like this poem.
You have a way with rhyme. Thank you for sharing your skill and life-insight.
Blessings,
Michael