“Elysian Way by Stewart Stafford An eviction deadline decree, A woodpecker broadcast, Winter, the incoming actor, About to enter a clean stage. The powder blue sky framed, Fall's aurum, russet and ochre, Dripping opalescent raindrops, A red wedding's spangled confetti. Leaves shushed and shimmered, In moving vertical waves of surf, Trees shrugged slowly to begin, The organic haircut of the ages. Leaves plunged, spun and floated, Fallen comrades littered the grass, Half-assed, surprise resurrections, As swirling spectral mini vortexes. © Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved” FallTreeAutumnTreesAutumn LeavesFalling LeavesChange Of SeasonsAutumn PoemsAutumn PoetryFall Poem Author:Stewart Stafford
“The Passing by Stewart Stafford In the gorgeous death of Autumn, Tree-bowed alms for the wind, Sacrificing eye-catching features, Now primed for Winter, skinned. Organic shaded palaces looted, Shells of once-shimmering things, Shorn of their prettified plumage, Until born again the following Spring. Everything is recycled in Nature, Dead leaves compost the soil, Turning wheel of rampant Summer, No memories in the humid broil. © Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.” FallNatureSeasonsAutumnTreesSeasonAutumn LeavesAutumn PoemsAutumn PoetryFall Poem Author:Stewart Stafford
“This fall, I will be grieving... watching the leaves let go as I learn to do the same. It's better to disappoint others than to betray your own soul.” DecemberWinter QuotesAutumn QuotesAutumn QuotationsPoems On Letting GoWinter PoetryOctober QuotesAutumn PoetryNovember QuoteSeptember Quotes Book:The Weight of Tender Things Source: The Weight of Tender Things
“A Magic Hour’s Dreaming by Stewart Stafford Is there a sight more fair than wheaten fields, Awaiting the sun's ambush to potently ignite? Colour vibrates beyond the eye revealed, To live, dance and breathe in honeyed light. Nature’s palette, painted hues so bright, Invites the bees to sip and man to dream, Of engineered art, dazzling to the sight, Authored lightning in a celestial seam. The creator’s canvas, mint beyond decay, Invites the inner child to replenish at source, Where Nature’s staff casts shadows away, Friendships bond as a trickling stream's course. An eyeblink flash carved in history's tree, Treasured riches pooled of those by our side. For in sepia’s sunflower memory, We court the hand of an agreeable bride. Fading birdsong underscores this bottled time, In butterfly hearts, the hourglass stilled sublime. Autumn's leaves, ochre embers, curtsied fall, Farewell Summer, until roused in New Year's call. © 2024, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.” TimeFriendshipNature S BeautyNature PoetryGolden HourNature PoemMagic HourNature Poems Irish PoetAutumn PoetrySonnet 18 Author:Stewart Stafford