Lady Autumn…


Fredrick Lord Leighton 1830

Hush ye winds
of August
Hush ye birds
of the bright open skies
Let dim the
rolling fields of green
be still the swaying daffodils
let the light fall from
the heavens
dappled through wicker
and twinkling upon cool fountains
in these last humid days
as the wheat grows long
and ripens toward a
harvest moon
and the equal night
Hush ye sprites
and gay nymphs of the wood
harken for the sounds
of crunching litterfall
and bonfire evenings
and the echoing bark
of the crow
let her rest a bit longer
for My Lady sleeps
like frozen fire
she slumbers
and I will dote upon
her sweet and peaceful face
until she wakes
and the trees
wear her colors
once more


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24 Responses to Lady Autumn…

  1. Heartafire says:

    awesomely lovely!

  2. Eric says:

    She never leaves for long. She says I worry too much. ❤ thank you, Beautiful. 😊

  3. Rita says:

    Brilliantly beautiful ❤️

  4. Meg Sorick says:

    Sighs with contentment! So beautiful, Eric!

  5. Purpleanais says:

    Absolutely gorgeous, Eric! There is such tenderness in your words, which reflect the lovely soul that you are ❤

  6. Emily says:

    Amazing! I love “for My Lady sleeps like frozen fire” Wow! Beautiful, Eric. ❤

  7. mandibelle16 says:

    Beautiful Eric. You’re so blessed at writing poetry. You remind me a lot if Wordsworth in this poem. I love the image of Autumn, a lady frozen sleeping but filled with fire. And her lover doting on her until with her fire she awakes.

  8. Gorgeous imagery. And kind of…Shakespearean. #mast 💛

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