Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, LATE AUTUMN, by JOSEPH CORSON MILLER



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LATE AUTUMN, by                    
First Line: The fields are frayed with autumn. Grasses go
Last Line: Earth's miracles of bloom are at an end.
Alternate Author Name(s): Miller, J. Corson
Subject(s): Autumn; Seasons; Fall


The fields are frayed with autumn. Grasses go
The way of the ferns, bleaching to black, to die.
The field mouse lags, his eyes have lost the glow
Of suns that burned like brass along the sky.
The last redoubts of geese, bound southward, pass,
Leaving the land to worms that barricade
Themselves against the snow; the singing mass
Of insects long has stilled its serenade.
Naught else remains, but the coming of night and death --
The slow rotting to dust of leaf and flower.
The signal-bells of doom resound on the breath
Of the northeast wind, with each dissolving hour.
A lonely crow mourns for a vanished friend,
Earth's miracles of bloom are at an end.





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