Halycon days in perennial Eden Windblown leaves, sunbeam kissed Slumbering Oaks in the autumn sun Sprinkling their leaves one by one
As they fall like golden snow Cooler breezes begin to blow And soon the Oaks denuded stand Like skeletons across the land
On bare roots branches lay strewn Boughs break from autumn’s tune Winter camouflages branches in snow ‘til Summer visits and leaves shall grow
Pots and tubs are planted With winter loving plants Little Robin treads the trees And hops from branch to branch
Gnarled boughs of busy highways Squirrels descending to their pantries Cherished spoils in a myriad of pathways Acorns abundant answer their forays
Daffodils are planted to herald in next spring The swallow gone to warmer climes, now rests his weary wing The sun is setting tiredly in a Technicolour sky Halloween comes ‘round once more, bonfires and Pumpkin Pie
Scarecrow’s sleeping, looking thin Crows are busy tucking in Farmer flaps his arms in despair Black clouds rising; Crows clawing air
Autumn leads us into winter And prepares us for the cold Imparting memories to cherish And later be retold
Marie Shine is a poet from Listowel, the literary capital of Ireland. She started her journey as a poet in 1965 with her first poem ‘Galway -v- Kerry’ published in a national newspaper 'The Evening Herald'. After that she wrote a number of poems which appeared in various magazines and newspapers across the globe, but her first collection of poetry 'My Potpourri of Poetry' was published in May 2011. Moreover, some of her poems have been anthologized in a book produced by 'The Just Write Group' called 'Hearth Song' and also in' The Ballydonoghue Journal' among others. She has also been the editor of A String of Words, a collection of poems of five poets. Her poetic talent was recognized in June 2005 when she came 2nd in The Dunlavin Arts Festival of Poetry and in July 2007 when she got 2nd position with her English poems in 'The Irish Christian Fellowship Association'. She is Editor of an online emagazine called 'Creation and Criticism'.
Those leaves weren’t few that shed away But down alive, not much could stay Few were tramped, few had dried It isn’t, that they never tried Few were blown, few were crushed At nights they lived, as roads were hushed
Autumn is one of the four seasons of all Here, the leaves of the trees do fall. Night spreads it’s darkness prematurely And cold ascends with it cavalierly. Nothing’s different in the autumn of life Where the wrinkled cheeks and
My name has been written in a piece of letter, waiting for me to come for a warm conversation. I was lost… I was swimming into the imagination of the melancholy. Leaves were embraced in the street. It was autumn.
At the END OF THIS AUTUMN, I am standing Under a barren tree, bleak and exposed TO weather with shedding leaves, There rests a house away from the barn, Decorated with vivid colours of rainbow And maintained by careful hearts