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Autumn turn

There are visitors in the park today –

eighteen visitors, precisely,
each in velvet and silk:
a brown-and-cream scalloped dress
over a snug cream vest,
and a little white scarf
around his or her dark neck,
above which two brown eyes sparkle
and a black beak opens for honks of happiness!

Coo and I watch and listen to these visitors for some time
as they paddle on Lower Lake in three groups, we think,
relishing a bath in the relatively warm water.

'NICE OUTING FOR YOU!' shouts the man we call Shouterson,
shouting because, being exceedingly arthritic,
I use a powerchair.

'Yes, I'm just admiring the visitors,' I respond,
and as usual he's surprised by my ability to hear and speak,
his mouth forming a large 'O'
as he continues, with dog, on his wanders.

Coo and I chuckle a little
before returning to contemplate our surroundings,
and Coo begins to sing,


On a turn round the lake in the mid-afternoon,
by the café, which closed upon Autumn's rebirth,
past the coppery beeches and birches platoon,
there is scent in the air of the leaf-strewn wet earth.

By the café, which closed upon Autumn's rebirth,
moorhens give up their crumb-searching under each bench,
there is scent in the air of the leaf-strewn wet earth,
leaves spill high from the treetops in fiery-hued drench.

Moorhens give up their crumb-searching under each bench,
now the blue and green boats are asleep on the shore,
leaves spill high from the treetops in fiery-hued drench,
and the ground round Olde Oak is a crisp auburn floor.

Now the blue and green boats are asleep on the shore,
speckled squirrels are planting their pine nuts and seeds,
and the ground round Olde Oak is a crisp auburn floor,
swept to patterns by breezes through bulrush and reeds.

Speckled squirrels are planting their pine nuts and seeds,
flocks of Canada geese are enjoying mild tides,
swept to patterns by breezes through bulrush and reeds,
while the cygnets, soon swans, take their first few test glides.

Flocks of Canada geese are enjoying mild tides,
past the coppery beeches and birches platoon
while the cygnets, soon swans, take their first few test glides
on a turn round the lake in the mid-afternoon.




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Written on 2016-11-13 at 23:32

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
The world always is such a calm and lovely (and beautifully described) place when you write. (Thank you for the good thoughts.)
2016-11-17


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Wonderful observations. The beginning reminds me of the joke about a zoo-keeper. A patron asked "there are lots of people here today" and he answered "yes, we let them in for the animals to look at". Your descriptions are vivid and complete. Speckled squirrels would be such fun to watch.
2016-11-15



Very nice detail throughout, rich and vivid, and the quatrains show a sure and able hand ... very well done!
2016-11-14


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
I enjoyed this very much. Can you hear me? I'm shouting.

Happy Autumn ~
2016-11-14