If autumn

Was a rusted leaf


In the twilight

Across the true light


With nightingales

Without tears

Of thunderous exchanges

Within the orchestra

Of the breeze

A harvest

In another life


For a pardon

A new season.


Written for Poetry Jam

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8 Responses to Harvest

  1. Gabriella says:

    You have really conjured beautiful imagery of autumn. ‘the orchestra / Of the breeze’ – such a serene image.

  2. Mary says:

    I really like the metaphors you have included in this poem, Alan. Enjoyed especially ‘thunderous exchanges within the orchestra.’

  3. Sumana Roy says:

    I like how two aspects of life surface here…frivolity and emptiness…beautiful comparisons…

  4. Wendy Bourke says:

    What was sown is reaped: harvest. And then a fresh start. An eloquent and soothing articulation of pardon and forgiveness.

  5. peggygoetz says:

    Nice one Alan. The first lines grabbed me. I also like the photo–so very green and lovely.

  6. Alan this is wonderful. A thought provoking and beautiful look at autumn.

  7. scotthastiepoet says:

    Like this too – the “searching for a pardon” element especially – lovely and highly poetic to me…

  8. Lovely write, Alan. Wonderful turns of phrase and word-painting of the “season of mists and mellow fruitfulness…

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