Finally – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Jarrah Loops Trail, autumn.

“Delicious Autumn! My very soul is wedded to it.” George Eliot

Finally

Autumn finally arrived,
although it was already quietly
lurking in the corner of my eyes,
having slept in, ignoring summer's
alarm well past the expected,
slowly disrobing to bare limbs
and those austere, rosy tones,
precursors to winter's grey wilds,
and cosy, snug hibernation.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

24 Comments

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24 responses to “Finally – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. Some seasons are soooooo sneaky.vv😉🍁🍂

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  2. I love seasonal changes…especially spring and autumn.

    Liked by 3 people

  3. Hope you have a lovely, sunny fall, Paul. Beautiful poem! ❤

    Liked by 3 people

  4. Wonderful. We are struggling to get summer under way. Let’s of sunshine but a cold northerly wind.

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  5. Ah! we are waiting for spring 🙂

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  6. ‘…slowly disrobing to bare limbs…’ lovely, lovely phrase!

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  7. Amy

    Enjoy the changing season.

    Liked by 1 person

  8. Honestly i only love the summer. 😉 Here in the rural coldness Lol only some weeks of summer makes life worth to live. Michael

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  9. A very sensual take on autumn. I like it!

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