"New England Autumn" by Samuel Lancaster GerryTwo Autumn Poems by Angel L. Villanueva The Society September 25, 2021 Beauty, Poetry, Villanelle 7 Comments . Autumn’s Hand I reach across for autumn’s hand, When leaves begin to ride the air, To walk amid the changing land. Though I have yet some days unplanned, And winter waits to bring her glare, I reach across for autumn’s hand. I pine for spring and summer sand, But autumn calls, so I prepare To walk amid the changing land. The fallen leaves with red are tanned, So till I meet with winter’s stare, I reach across for autumn’s hand. The frigid winds will come as planned, But my desire it won’t impair, To walk amid the changing land. When summer yields to fall’s demand And towns prepare a Sunday fair, I reach across for autumn’s hand, To walk amid the changing land. . . Autumn’s Return As summer ends its days of jade, And frost announces fall’s return, The leaves prepare their yearly blush; A reddish-brown we soon discern. While autumn tints the waiting trees, And verdant grass returns to sleep, The birds migrate to southern lands, Though others choose the fall to keep. When shorter days have matched the nights, A fragrant scent imbues the air. The piles of leaves are musky-sweet; A fragrance cherished everywhere. As parents watch their children play, They reminisce their youthful days. When once on leaves, they too had played, And laughter rang as songs of 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 email@example.com. 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 Jack DesBois September 25, 2021 Angel, these are wonderful poems. The villanelle gave me a feeling of calm in what has been a very stressful day. With so many nasty events and sentiments swirling around me today, it was just what I needed to be reminded of the comfortable familiarity of the seasons’ circling, above and beyond it all. Your poem has given me an awareness today of “the One that’s going to last,” as Cat Stevens sings. I’m from Massachusetts, too, and your second poem sharply evoked my own memories of autumn in many ways – including the joy of jumping in leaves I felt as a child, and the anxiety I feel today when I see children playing in leaf piles and exposing themselves to ticks and their attendant diseases. Ah, well. Perhaps I’ll read your villanelle again… Reply Paul Freeman September 25, 2021 Two atmospheric poems. It confused me for a moment seeing the refrains from the villanelle reappearing in Autumn’s Return, then realised the first quatrain WAS part of the villanelle and perhaps it was all one poem. Mind-bogglingly inventive and effective! Thanks for the read / reads. Reply Sally Cook September 25, 2021 Very resonant poems, and I like your closeness to nature. Thank you for publishing them here. Reply Sharmon Gazaway September 25, 2021 These were lovely and redolent with spice and chill. The line “I have yet some days unplanned” stood out to me, since, as the holidays quickly approach, these precious days dwindle. I also love winter’s glaring stare in the background, biding her time:) Reply Margaret Coats September 25, 2021 The refrains for the villanelle are perfect for a poem set at the autumn equinox. And to recall summer, I very much like its “days of jade” beginning the color change in the second poem. Reply Allegra Silberstein September 26, 2021 You have given us two beautiful autumn poems. I was especially delighted by your villanelle. Thank you for your gift of poetry. Allegra Reply C.B. Anderson September 28, 2021 Long time, no read, Angel. I’m glad you are back. Your poems always read easy, and these are no exceptions. However, the villanelle could have been lengthened per line with a bit more enjambment. Reply Leave a Reply 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.