"November" by Leandro Bassano‘The Grieving of Autumn’ by Peggy Everett The Society August 28, 2022 Beauty, Poetry 13 Comments . The Grieving of Autumn Be tender toward your own yearnings, When the grieving of autumn returns. When the brown leaves are piled for their burnings And the frost has corrupted the ferns. Farewells from each flying flock calling Stir remembrance of hopes who have fled, While a ballet of twirling leaves falling Seem reminders of promises dead. There’s regret in the mists of an autumn, Though its colors are burnished and gold. Leaves crumble the moment we’ve caught them. Our gardens are brittle and cold. In our spring early dreams are as eager As the flowers of summer are fair. But for hearts whose fruition is meager? Any harvest is only despair. When the wind’s blowing fiercer and colder And all our sweet cider is pressed, Our faces and feelings are older, And not every table is blessed. We’ve dug our potatoes and onions, Our squash on its shelf in a row. The school year returns for the young ones Whose hope is just starting to grow. Our fall is an intricate teacher, Its lesson’s apparent and true: That spirit’s the part of a creature An autumn can never undo. A spectrum of flames are its bowers, ‘Til brilliance rescinds into gray. Chrysanthemum comforts and flowers When roses have withered away. When the verdure that dies in November Lies under the snow-frozen sod, Let grievers have faith and remember How spring is responding to God. For nature is never more tender Than the first sprout that peeps through a crack. Creation’s an infinite mender. Our flowers and swallows come back. . . Peggy Everett is a blind poet who lives in the rural Pacific Northwest with her spouse and runs a small nonprofit for poor pets. She has been published in The Society of Classical Poets, The Catholic Circle, Saint Austin Review, Lothlorien, and Sparks of Calliope. 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Salemi August 28, 2022 The careful intertwining of feminine and masculine endings in these quatrains is expertly done. Reply Yael August 28, 2022 This is among of the best seasonal change poems I’ve read so far. I love the vivid nature imagery and how it is woven together with the human emotional responses to the seasonal changes. Great job! Reply Cheryl Corey August 28, 2022 Peggy, I’ve learned that other poets throughout history, such as Homer and Milton, dealt with low vision and/or blindness. It’s wonderful that you’re not letting vision impairment stand in the way of composing poetry. Keep up the good work! Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant August 28, 2022 Peggy, I am in awe of your poem. Its craft, its imagery, its beauty, and the layers of wistfulness and wisdom in a message that steers the melancholic “season of mists and mellow fruitfulness” to the miracle of Spring. Creation is indeed an “infinite mender”. Your closing stanza is a glorious gift of hope when leaves (and tears) are falling. Thank you! Reply LTC Roy E. Peterson August 29, 2022 Beautiful poem, Peggy with great sensory awareness and innate intertwining of the seasons with the human frailties, prayers and hope! Reply Norma Pain August 29, 2022 Your poem is so beautiful Peggy. Thank you for sharing it. Reply Cynthia Erlandson August 29, 2022 I echo what has been said above, and also wanted to mention a couple of very clever slant rhymes that I really enjoyed: autumn/caught them, and onions/young ones. Reply Jeff Eardley August 29, 2022 Peggy, a lovely piece of writing as over here in England we slide into a most uncertain Autumn. (“Autumn” and “caught them” is a great rhyme by the way) I have read this a few times now and it just gets better. Thank you. Reply David Watt September 1, 2022 This is a beautiful poem, Peggy. Your description of Autumn is clear and crisp to match the season. 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