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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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 2/14/2014 3:09:00 PM
heck of a good poem my freind:))
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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.
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
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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.