Cold wind of autumn, blowing loud
At dawn, a fortnight overdue,
Jostling the doors, and tearing through
My bedroom to rejoin the cloud,
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Rhythm, rhyme and meter... all evident in this lovely poem on Autumn... I loved the last two lines - Bleak and remembered, patched in red, The hill all summer hid from me. It carries deeper meaning. Full Marks ++10!
I know- for I can hear the hiss. Well communicated and expressed. Sylva
Beautiful poem about Autumn. Enjoyed the wordplay and smooth flow. Liked it.
This to me, is as close as to perfection as poetry can be.I love her style of imagery, stinging loneliness and colour in construction.So wonderful a write. E St V Millay one of my heroic writers….!
..........beautiful poem, very poetic, amazingly penned ★
Simply superb narration of the day break in autumn accompanied by naughty mischief of cold wind and it's aftermath. A lovely poem, indeed. Thanks for sharing it here.