In this falling time of the year

Taking a poetry break. A terzanelle, though it preferred iambic tetrametre to pentametre

 

In this falling time of the year,

With golden leaves and berries red,

The rain and fog is grey and drear.

 

Beneath my tread the brown and dead

Of leaf fall, nut husk, seed pod strewn

With golden leaves and berries red.

 

The house sits silent, grey stone hewn,

Amid a rolling dewy sea

Of leaf fall, nut husk, seed pod strewn.

 

Falling rain and flailing tree,

In autumn gales we’re cast adrift,

Amid a rolling, dewy sea.

 

The sky is wild, clouds fly as swift

As white-sailed ships that catch the tide—

In autumn gales we’re cast adrift.

 

The bare-branched trees, leaves scattered wide

Are wreathed in fog so grey and drear,

Yet white-sailed ships still catch the tide,

In this falling time of the year.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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