Tuesday, November 3, 2015

'Tis the Season: Autumnal Verses

Dark comes early now; leaves are drifting down in a steady shower, and the birds are leaving in hurried flight. The sun is losing her warmth, but windows glow with lamplight in the gloaming. It's a time of year that has inspired poets for centuries. Here are a few of my favorites that seem to touchthe autumn at its very core.

In slack wind of November
  The fog forms and shifts;
All the world comes out again
  When the fog lifts.
Loosened from their sapless twigs
  Leaves drop with every gust;
Drifting, rustling, out of sight
  In the damp or dust.
     --from A Year's Windfalls by Christina Rosetti
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.
       --Fall, Leaves Fall by Emily Bronte

It is a storm-strid night, winds footing swift
Through the blind profound;
I know the happenings from their sound;
Leaves totter down still green, and spin and drift;
The tree-trunks rock to their roots, which wrench and lift
The loam where they run onward underground.

The streams are muddy and swollen; eels migrate
To a new abode;
Even cross, ‘tis said, the turnpike-road;
[Men’s feet have felt their crawl, home-coming late]:
The westward fronts of towers are saturate,
Church-timbers crack, and witches ride abroad.
       --Night-Time in Mid-Fall by Thomas Hardy

                                          Stay warm, all. 

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