Sidney Beck Poet Imagism

Autumn Crowds

AUTUMN   CROWDS

All night shaking and banging the metal roof,
Grey old water-laden crowds
Blocking the warmth of autumn’s sun;
Long uncut grass flows smooth as a cat’s fur
Under the scoops of the wind’s bluster.

Tall skinny Jerusalem Artichokes
Waving wildly with sunny yellow smiles,
Almost falling over with excitement
At seeing over the fence-top our own artichokes
Which they have grown up with for months:
Children excited to see the neighbor kids
In a chance meeting at the seaside.

Plums and apples in jars now.
Smells of sugary preserves linger in the kitchen.
Tiny young fruit flies swirl around the compost.

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Caren Krutsinger September 27, 2018 at 3:06 AM The imagery in this poem leaps off the page. I can see it, feel it and hear it! Sidney Beck September 27, 2018 at 12:43 PM Thanks i always try to get the imagery right so that it can be felt and heard etc just as you said.....it seems as though I succeeded ere at least !! Thanks again