A whisper of leaves

A whisper of leaves  ~  Margaret Ingall

The sound of the Autumn is soft as a sigh,

A whisper of leaves as a breeze passes by,

In colours bravura, both brilliant and bold,

She’s clad in red-russet, in pumpkin and gold.

Her perfume’s distinctive, of bonfire and smoke,

sharp as back leaf mould, and mellow as oak.

Her touch is of tree-bark, enduring and rough,

crisp as a corn stalk and conker-shell tough.

Her bounty is rich as the gown that she wears,

a tumble of berries, ripe apples and pears.

She pauses too briefly, then turning her face

abandons the world to the Winter’s embrace.

Have a good weekend!

Advertisements

About Flighty

...allotmenteer, armchair gardener, blogger and sofa flyer.
This entry was posted in Lawn lounging. Bookmark the permalink.

10 Responses to A whisper of leaves

  1. nikkipolani says:

    Love all the tactile elements in this poem, Flighty.

  2. Carrie says:

    good grief flighty, you never fail to find the perfect poem. utterly beautiful, going to have to copy that one into my book x

  3. daffy says:

    Lovely! I enjoyed it and it’s a new one to me too! Always good to find new ones. Hope you are ok and hope you have a lovely weekend. If the allotment is waterlogged remember sofa-flying is warm and dry! xx

    • Flighty says:

      Daffy thanks, I’m always pleased to come across poems like this!
      I’m fine, unlike the weather so I guess that I’ll be spending much of the weekend sofa flying! xx

  4. Louise says:

    Have a good weekend Flighty. x

  5. lady_drid says:

    A lovely poem! Really beautiful! Hugs.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s