{"id":13243,"date":"2012-04-24T06:30:26","date_gmt":"2012-04-23T18:30:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/?p=13243"},"modified":"2012-04-23T21:16:28","modified_gmt":"2012-04-23T09:16:28","slug":"tuesday-poem-autumn","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/2012\/04\/24\/tuesday-poem-autumn\/","title":{"rendered":"Tuesday Poem: “Autumn”"},"content":{"rendered":"

Autumn<\/strong><\/p>\n

Aaaah, autumn,
\nthe dying season of the year,
\nwhen shadows turn to grape,
\nchilled by the first, faint curl of mist
\naround the edges of the days,
\nforeshortened into clear, green twilights
\nas night shifts from summer’s deep velvet
\nto frosty black, the stars glow colder,
\nmore distant, the leaves turn
\ngold, bronze, crimson, scarlet,
\nbravura counterpoint to cooling days \u2013
\nthen fall, in deep, rustling drifts
\nbeneath austere branches, the earth
\ndark beneath their shadow, filled
\nwith pale secrets, bulbs lying in
\nwait for spring’s warm ambush
\nto burst out upon the world again,
\nwhile far above their blind heads
\nsmoke smudges the evening air,
\nbreath hanging in the stillness
\nas feet stamp crisply, briskly,
\nknowing winter is almost here.<\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

(c) Helen Lowe<\/p>\n

Commended, Yellow Moon Nature Poetry Competition (August 2005)
\nPublished Yellow Moon<\/strong> 18<\/strong> (Australia), Summer 2006<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

Well, it’s autumn here—so what better than an autumn poem!<\/p>\n

Of course, now that A Game of Thrones<\/strong><\/em> has taken over the world via the small screen, I realise I should have written “winter is coming” rather than “winter is almost here.” \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

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Autumn Aaaah, autumn, the dying season of the year, when shadows turn to grape, chilled by the first, faint curl of mist around the edges of the days, foreshortened into clear, green twilights as night shifts from summer’s deep velvet to frosty black, the stars glow colder, more distant, the leaves turn gold, bronze, crimson, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-13243","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13243","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=13243"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13243\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13248,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13243\/revisions\/13248"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13243"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13243"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13243"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}