Sunday, December 14, 2014

Autumn Turning--By Linda Hurdwell--England

Autumn Turning

In the sky a tangerine.
Grinning down upon the grey
A bleak and desolate scene
While nature’s hands push life away

Green turned brown shapes float down
Beneath the hazy tangerine
Nature wears her orange gown
And bare tall trees stand serene.

Birds migrate with windswept plume
Squirrels scamper to and fro
Soon nature is an empty room
As fertile land begins to go

In the sky a luminous moon
Seeks the chance to lean and glow
Gently lighting up the gloom
Then, silently it starts to snow

Now a white and barren land
Ethereal world lets out a sigh
Nature shakes a chilly hand
Beneath the ever changing sky.

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.


  1. beautifully described. Thank you.

  2. I love being out under the trees in all seasons but Autumn is especially resplendant. You and I are kindred spirits I suspect.


  3. I tried to read this without crying from its beauty Lin, but I couldn't. Your ending left me in joyful tears at the beauty you describe. An autumn poem to remember! Blessings for the holiday season, Connie