Autumn 1963
By Len Morgan
Autumn creeps in with a cold
stiff breeze
While sunlight dapples russet & ochre leaves
A carpet of copper for my
feet to touch
A flush-faced wanderer who
loves Autumn so much
Salmon heading for the sea
like savage hoards
Suicidal leaping falls and
slipping over fords
Now heading for the sea,
that vast watery expanse
they’ll be back again in
spring if given the chance
Birds, a heavenly choir, emitting
pleasant discords
Flying ever onward moving
towards
The South and the tropics,
mustn’t leave it too late
For chance is they will
die, if they don’t migrate
Oh Autumn, your skies most
variable of all
Clouds dashing and dancing
in answer to your call
Devious in their flight
like a stag at bay
till sunset stains the
blood corps of the day
Copyright Len Morgan
Penned in 1963 edited in 2023 (still rhyming pros, not a poem) sad?
ReplyDelete................and still well worth reading. I find the third verse very sad, given the state of today's wildlife.
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