"Autumn on the Hudson" by Jasper Francis Cropsey‘An Autumn Path’ by Angel Villanueva The Society March 25, 2021 Beauty, Poetry 7 Comments . The path he takes this early day Is dressed in dew and straws of hay. The morning mist obscures his view; The barn, though near, seems far away. The sleepy sun begins to rise, And light prepares to climb the skies. He sees the path much clearer now, As life awakened fills his eyes. He senses changes autumn brings, A mix of scents from lovely things. The air, perfumed by turning leaves, Is fragrance loved by serfs and kings. Above he hears migrating birds, Their calls of joy, like soothing words. They tell of lands where warmth awaits; A transient home for flocks and herds. The cows have stirred and move about, And roosters crow as piglets rout. A dog begins to run to him, His faithful friend and eager scout. So much to do while autumn stays, Before the freeze of winter’s gaze. And yet, for now, he walks the path, And sings a psalm of morning praise. . . Angel L. Villanueva is a religious man who resides in Massachusetts NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 7 Responses jd March 25, 2021 Lovely, Angel, posted on another Angel’s big day. Reply Julian D. Woodruff March 25, 2021 This seems to me a model of lyric poise. It’s impressive, in a way, that there are only 2 words with as many as 3 syllables; also that that the rhythmic flow is quite regular without being cloying; further, that enjambment is not an element. Thank you a fine poem with an economy of means. Reply Paul Freeman March 25, 2021 I enjoyed this poem. Some lovely imagery, and a difficult rhyme scheme to pull off. Reply Joseph S. Salemi March 25, 2021 The Rubaiyat quatrain (AAxA) in tetrameter is just brisk enough to suggest the movement that goes on throughout: the man walking, animals and birds in motion, the sun rising. Reply Margaret Coats March 25, 2021 A charming but unobtrusive narrative, proceeding by stanza from mist to light to a sense of change in the leaves, followed by birds, then animals, and finally an acknowledgment of autumn duties–purposefully put off to start the day and the season with the walker’s own contribution of beauty to the scene, and thus fulfilling his primary duty of prayer. How splendidly structured! Reply C.B. Anderson March 25, 2021 It has been quite a while, Angel, since I last saw you here, and I’m glad you’re back. But it’s rather strange that an autumn poem should appear at this time of year, though the rubaiyat you give us are welcome all year long. Nice job! Reply David Watt March 27, 2021 Angel, you set the scene well in the first stanza, and maintained the fine autumnal imagery. I enjoyed reading your poem. Reply Leave a Reply to Julian D. Woodruff Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.