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Nobel Autumn

Nobel autumn. Rustling winds expose your frame, To cold, damp and dreaded name. Wind scars slash at dying summer, Rain re-echo’s the little drummer. Middle aged gnarled to aching spur, Boorish zephyr chills a dreaded allure. Stooped, naked, shamed to despair, You gather your strength. Send a flare. Of gold, ochre, saffron flames of red, A last stand, against the gelid dread. As Cu Chulainn fought to the bitter end, You flicker gleam my autumn friend. S.de B© 2012.

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Jim Joyce

Date: 2/14/2014 3:09:00 PM

heck of a good poem my freind:))

Seosamh De Burca
Date: 9/29/2014 10:23:00 AM

Hi Jim, sorry in the delay in responding to your kind comment, I have not been on over the past few months, nor have I had the time to write which is a source of frustration for me, (as bad as the stuff I try to call poems, still I enjoy trying). I hope to catch up with all your new works ASAP. Hope you are well.

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 4/25/2013 9:14:00 PM

I like the delicate look, of Autumns fun and glow. a deep and alluring wind.... always~ Linda

Seosamh De Burca
Date: 4/29/2013 12:56:00 AM

There is something magical about Autumn, but I find magic in all the seasons. Thanks for reading and commenting.