Now sober Autumn walks the mountain ways. Spent the bright hoard of Summer's almonry. Famished for color, the importunate eye Must feed on crumbs. This shrunken wand displays One solitary disk of purple rays Circling a tarnished sun. Wild gooseberry Has splashed her faded skirt with ruby dye. Stray bluebirds fledged in sapphire lure the gaze. In covert snug a thrifty sword-fern hides Last plumes from searching fingers of the frost. Then -- wonderful! -- where the stark canon sides Lean closer, dark with ooze and richly mossed, A yellow flare -- a sudden splendid glow Where a lone oak thrusts forth her great flambeau! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FISHERMAN IN SONGKHLA by KAREN SWENSON THIRTY BOB A WEEK by JOHN DAVIDSON A FIT OF RHYME AGAINST RHYME [OR, RIME] by BEN JONSON HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 5 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH PASSIVE PARTICIPLE'S PETITION by JOHN BYROM |