Autumn leaves me speechless

Like seasoned foragers, some dead and famous poets
already picked the choicest words
for this august off-summer spectacle

And lyricists in enigmatic haiku code
condense by strictest syllable
petiole patterns on pond and path

We too have walked those fiery forests
entranced, and felt the spectral touch
of Fall before the mould sets in

So who amongst us is not moved
to eulogise, intoning vows
to fix such images in amber

Strong colours and fierce brushwork;
more than sixty harvests reaped and gleaned
– still Autumn leaves me speechless

32 thoughts on “Autumn leaves me speechless

  1. This is gorgeously written, Laura! Wow 😍 I love the nod to poets who have passed and lyricists who engage in enigmatic haiku code. Yes, no doubt Autumn leaves one speechless … as does your poem. 💖💖

  2. Not only dead and famous poets, but also punters at the dVerse Poets Pub have ‘already picked the choicest words’ for autumn, Laura, and yet we return to it every year, writing about ‘the spectral touch of Fall before the mould sets in’ and ‘images in amber’. You may feel speechless, but you have the words.

  3. Fiery forests…perfect, yes…and what a start..what a start to a verse ….lovely…a very geerous poem, invoking the words we readers have surely used, loveéy tone, love this one. Quite moved by thoughts brought about..

  4. You touch on a problem that many artists feel – that it has all been done before – but each of our lives is unique and so is the way we see the world, and you found plenty to say for one rendered speechless, Laura – a great write…

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