I Am The Autumnal Sun Comments

Following his usual line of natural events, the poet here is thinking of himself as getting older. The seasons are his seasons. The mast is dropping in the woods, He sees himself in that, falling prey to old age and falling. Old men become grumpy, represented by by ' The winter is lurking within my moods, and the rustling of the withered leaf' is a constant reminder of the passing of time, of age, and the passing of winter. And the passing of......