Poetry Pleases: The Coming Of Autumn
Caroline Glyn's poem concerns the season when Nature begins to grow old.
The birds are fleeing, fleeing for their lives,
Grey, greeny leaves are chopping up the light,
Moulding the sappy sunlight through the trees.
In hideous peace
The broiling summer melts into the night.
And now the funeral mournings for Spring's end.
The flying leaves adorn themselves with gold;
The grass turns silvery with crimson lines
The trees drip wines
As Nature, vermilion-clad, grows old.
