Autumn has fallen.
Bowed her umber head
On bended knee
In supplication
A new reign begins
The geese in formation flee
Their discordant cries
a perfect counterpoint
To their orderly V
The banished army of summer
Still Sunday mornings
Frostbitten silences
Shattered by the cacophony
of hunters' guns
Reaping the spoils
Hedgerows thickly laden
Berries of holly,
sloe, ivy, crabapple
After sweeter fruits are gone
Provide a bitter feast
Coldness brings clarity
Stripped away
of the raiment of summer
The bare vista in her true form
Naked, cold and beautiful
Only the strongest scents survive
The salt tang of the sea
The sharpness of evergreen
Joined now by a new one
The tingling promise of snow
Onward she sweeps
A glittering queen
Tracing filigree on
leaf, pond and pane
Marking her conquests
The world is struck numb,
Dumb
By this terrible beauty
This force of nature
Now is the cusp of Winter
Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 7:15 AM UTC
Autumn has fallen.
Bowed her umber head
On bended knee
In supplication
A new reign begins
The geese in formation flee
Their discordant cries
a perfect counterpoint
To their orderly V
The banished army of summer
Still Sunday mornings
Frostbitten silences
Shattered by the cacophony
of hunters' guns
Reaping the spoils
Hedgerows thickly laden
Berries of holly,
sloe, ivy, crabapple
After sweeter fruits are gone
Provide a bitter feast
Coldness brings clarity
Stripped away
of the raiment of summer
The bare vista in her true form
Naked, cold and beautiful
Only the strongest scents survive
The salt tang of the sea
The sharpness of evergreen
Joined now by a new one
The tingling promise of snow
Onward she sweeps
A glittering queen
Tracing filigree on
leaf, pond and pane
Marking her conquests
The world is struck numb,
Dumb
By this terrible beauty
This force of nature
Now is the cusp of Winter
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