Autumn arrives

For the dverse prompt.

Painting by Paul Klee.

Autumn arrives

Raging, the clouds, over the west,
Rapier fine, the first steely drops,
Rain falls, filling deep, dry ditches,
Radiant summer washed away.

Storm rolls kettledrums overhead,
Stopping my ears, it cracks and cries,
Stork voices boom, homeward bound,
Stolidly rowing unchained seas.

Yet calmer days follow from
Yesterday’s storm, aswirl with leaves,
Yellow and orange, russet red,
Yes, autumn’s here in party gown.

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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.

31 thoughts on “Autumn arrives”

    1. Thank you, Punam 🙂 We’re not quite at the noisy stage of autumn yet. It was dead quiet today and perfectly still. I could hear dead leaves dropping from the trees 100 metres away.

  1. We had clear skies today up here in Vermont’s Northeast Kingdom, fortunately allowing us to fully appreciate our peak foliage which, sadly, will be falling soon
    Great stuff, JD. Thanks

  2. This had a great essence of place and atmosphere — I could feel the sting of the raindrops. Fine writing Jane. 🙂✌🏼

  3. A beautiful autumn with her party gown. Love the rain filling up the dry fields here too. Our trees have already started to change leaf color and fall but not all the leaves yet.

    1. We don’t have the same dramatic ‘fall’ as you. The leaves have been turning yellow and falling since July because of the drought. The oaks are still all green and bushy though.

    1. Thank you, Judy. I’m not sure it’s hard, in the sense that the rules are very vague. We know what an end rhyme sounds like, but a head rhyme? The rhyme part seems to be optional, just starting with the same letter seems to be enough. Probably because what works in Mongolian doesn’t necessarily transfer to English 🙂

  4. The Paul Klee painting illustrates your poem well, Jane, and I love the sounds in your head rhymes, especially the first stanza, with its ‘ray’ sounds of awe. I also love the phrases ‘rapier fine’ and ‘storm rolls kettledrums’ – the second stanza is so onomatopoeic! And then the transition to calmer days and bursts of colour!

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