There's something tender about the idea of savouring each leaf, each moment, as it passes—like the earth is taking a deep breath before the shift. I love autumn.
In just the first line we’re introduced to a soft autumn morning with the assonance and alliteration of syllables with a touch of coming frost in the hard c of October.
My father was a simple man. He died many years ago when I was a naïve 25 years old. I often grieve the loss of knowing him better. He gave me a copy of. The Collected Poems of Robert Frost, Complete and Unabridged, for my 17th birthday. I paid little attention to it until many years after his death, when I had the profound realization that my father was trying to offer me an opening to know him better.
As someone who loves the feel and atmosphere of autumn in Northern hemisphere countries, and this captures it perfectly for me. Thank you for sharing this!
love this, i think i will put it in a home made card for my mum's birthday this month, using calligraphy, thanks for sharing :)
Inspired by a Maine fall that leaves reflection In still lake waters.
For the grapes sake! Words to live our lives by.
Thank you for this!
Yes, THANK YOU.
My head among
Those pumpkins
In that rusted truckbed
Is also going
Bumpety-bump
As if an anvil
Unto sorrow. (I've
Borrowed this from
Christopher Marlowe.)
KR, 10.1.24
When the frost is on the pumpkin
And the fodders in the shock
🎃 🌾
There's something tender about the idea of savouring each leaf, each moment, as it passes—like the earth is taking a deep breath before the shift. I love autumn.
In just the first line we’re introduced to a soft autumn morning with the assonance and alliteration of syllables with a touch of coming frost in the hard c of October.
"Tomorrow they may form and go." Great use of rhyme and momentum.
Thank you for this on my 75th birthday!
Happy birthday!
Happy Birthday to you, Amanda. Best wishes from one Libra to another.
I recall Frost's appearance at JFK's inauguration. As a 12th generation New Englander his poetry evokes strong memories of my favorite region.
My father was a simple man. He died many years ago when I was a naïve 25 years old. I often grieve the loss of knowing him better. He gave me a copy of. The Collected Poems of Robert Frost, Complete and Unabridged, for my 17th birthday. I paid little attention to it until many years after his death, when I had the profound realization that my father was trying to offer me an opening to know him better.
My favorite poet writing about my favourite month :)
Autumn is my favorite season, Poetic, and you nailed so much of it in your wonderful poem. You even caught the smells and feeling.
Lovely!
As someone who loves the feel and atmosphere of autumn in Northern hemisphere countries, and this captures it perfectly for me. Thank you for sharing this!