The wind plays Autumn's hymn
Plaintive floating in the air
above the treetops
Through fields
Of plump pumpkins
And golden grains.
Above the clouds
There flows
The staccato call of departing geese
While down below
the laden trees
drum their fruit against the solid earth.
Then at last the russet leaves
join the swelling symphony
humming their rustling tune
while pirouetting down to memory.
when all but the naked trees are gone
and cold, dark silence reigns -
the wind plays Autumn's hymn.
Thanks. I wrote the first draft of the poem a week or so ago to respond to Daily Post’s Melody prompt. Somehow, I could not pull it through. When I saw your prompt, I also saw the chance to rework this poem and find a way to make it work (first as a circular poem, which this did not turn out to be, but at least a completed piece. 🙂
The repeated last line is very effective, so the poem worked as a poem without a label 🙂
Before I saw the prompt you responded to, I was going to mention how effective the book-ending of your poem was, that circular thing. Beautiful word-painting of autumn.
Thank you, Victoria. Upon checking with Jane, however, I learned that this is NOT the way to do a circular poem. I should be reading directions more intently.
Golden grains. That phrase rolls off the tongue nicely. Love how you always do that with your poetry 🙂 Pumpkins remind me of Halloween which is coming up for you 🙂
I like to do this too and it is quite effective an a challenge, if it doesn’t fall into our laps. Beautiful auburn richness in there too with the musical build up.
The wind plays Autumn's hymn
Plaintive floating in the air
above the treetops
Through fields
Of plump pumpkins
And golden grains.
Above the clouds
There flows
The staccato call of departing geese
While down below
the laden trees
drum their fruit against the solid earth.
Then at last the russet leaves
join the swelling symphony
humming their rustling tune
while pirouetting down to memory.
when all but the naked trees are gone
and cold, dark silence reigns -
the wind plays Autumn's hymn.
MY WALL 
Lots of music in this poem as well as vivid visual imagery. I like ‘the laden trees drum their fruit against the solid earth.’
Thanks. I wrote the first draft of the poem a week or so ago to respond to Daily Post’s Melody prompt. Somehow, I could not pull it through. When I saw your prompt, I also saw the chance to rework this poem and find a way to make it work (first as a circular poem, which this did not turn out to be, but at least a completed piece. 🙂
The repeated last line is very effective, so the poem worked as a poem without a label 🙂
Before I saw the prompt you responded to, I was going to mention how effective the book-ending of your poem was, that circular thing. Beautiful word-painting of autumn.
Thank you, Victoria. Upon checking with Jane, however, I learned that this is NOT the way to do a circular poem. I should be reading directions more intently.
Golden grains. That phrase rolls off the tongue nicely. Love how you always do that with your poetry 🙂 Pumpkins remind me of Halloween which is coming up for you 🙂
I like to do this too and it is quite effective an a challenge, if it doesn’t fall into our laps. Beautiful auburn richness in there too with the musical build up.
Thanks, Anita. Although a word of caution – this is not how a circular poem is written. I missed Jane’s instructions on how to make one. 🙂
Yeah, I gathered that. I prefer these more natural fringes for a free verse.
What a beautiful description of the coming Autumn… I love the words ‘Autumn Hymn’.. Diane
Thanks, Diane. 🙂
A beautiful symphony.
A1 work
Makes me want to go outside and enjoy the sights and sounds of fall. Great post!
Thank you for dropping by. 🙂