The pippins swinging on the bending boughs, Like rosy children, nod among the leaves; While in the tree's shorn top a robin grieves And croons faint echoes of his springtime vows. From far afield the home-returning cows Moo low as lost in strange soliloquies. The dry grass murmurs like far-distant seas. The hillside masquerades its purple brows In brilliant foliage, whose sunset hues Recall the blossoms of departed June. Upon the cottage porch, where Summer twined Her garlands, and now whispers her adieux, A red-cheeked maiden hums a mellow tune, Her gold hair tossing in the autumn wind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE WATER by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO SEE THE STARS IN DAYLIGHT by JAMES GALVIN LOVE'S MIRACLE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON QUEST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PLAYING JACKS IN BHAKTAPUR by KAREN SWENSON THE HIGHWAY DEATH TOLL by KAREN SWENSON |