Daver Austin Poet Free verse

Deep Autumn's Rise

DEEP AUTUMN’S RISE

Deep autumn rises
Alike a fond glance
At a balding friend

One is suddenly aware
That life – almost suddenly – changes
Almost certainly ends

Some idealists reach back
To summer    to a warmer time
And find upon vision’s inner screen

A happiness    all picnics
Beach volley    summer moon’s kiss
All the earth gone green

And    oh yes    deep autumn’s fall
That sea of curl    rust and ruby
Has open air painting’s charm

But maid moon    when seen cold circled
Through barren branches
Gives one’s summer soul alarm

Dave Austin

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Joe Maverick July 18, 2017 at 4:01 PM A clear view of the coming end Daver, I see your analogy decreasing circles, and yet not so 'fearsome' merely a new awakening, for those holding fast to 'Christ' I may be repeating the oft quoted Yet the truth is still that for all conjecture may your years be blessed.'

Andrea Dietrich January 29, 2017 at 8:12 PM Daver, was looking back at your recent poems in the past few months. I think this one was my favorite!

Kelly Deschler December 5, 2016 at 8:18 PM Some people just like to live happily with no serious thoughts. That works only for a short time, because we can't be blind to the truth and troubles around us... This was an interesting read. Very eye opening! Great writing and expressive imagery, Daver!

Carol B. December 1, 2016 at 2:42 PM Simply beautiful!!

Andrea Dietrich November 12, 2016 at 8:51 PM wow, you really nkocked some poems out of the ball park this past week. This has incredible imagery in it. I love it, Daver.

Maurice Yvonne November 10, 2016 at 10:07 AM Just love, love, love your poetry. A Fav. Lots Of Love armand.

Judy Ball November 2, 2016 at 4:57 PM Beautifully written and well expressed Daver, my friend. I love each season as it comes because each one is needed in the balance of Nature. I love the brilliant colors of Autumn but the pristine white and pale colors of Winter are so serene. However by the time Christmas has come and gone I am yearning for the beautiful pastels of Spring and then the brighter colors of Summer and the warm Summer winds. Great job here. Missed you Been gone awhile due to illness but am bouncing back God Bless, JB Daver Austin November 3, 2016 at 12:59 PM Thanks for the visit and welcome back, Judy. Love, daver

Michelle Mac Donald November 2, 2016 at 4:00 AM Autumn might be my favorite season, Daver! Love to see "That sea of curl" and smell the "open air painting's charm".:) Still, those last 3 lines are a reality check.:( Thanksgiving hugs to you! Love, Mikki Daver Austin November 2, 2016 at 9:37 AM I loved fall as a kid, but old age changes the perspective. A warm hug for you. Dave

Carolyn Devonshire November 1, 2016 at 1:58 PM Daver, I am one of the idealists who looks back upon the happy times beneath a "summer moon's kiss." Maybe if you visited and saw the "maid moon" through palm tree branches, you would not experience the "soul alarm." For some, fall heralds an unwanted winter season. Your images are quite vivid and I love this poem. (Winter is a desirable season in Florida.) Keep the kitties warm. Love, carolyn Daver Austin November 2, 2016 at 9:35 AM I guess you Floridians don't worry about fall or winter, so this is meant for us frozen souls up north. Love, Dave