Autumnal

Pale amber sunlight falls across
The reddening October trees,
That hardly sway before a breeze
As soft as summer: summer's loss
Seems little, dear! on days like these.

Let misty autumn be our part!
The twilight of the year is sweet:
Where shadow and the darkness meet
Our love, a twilight of the heart
Eludes a little time's deceit.

Are we not better and at home
In dreamful Autumn, we who deem
No harvest joy is worth a dream?
A little while and night shall come,
A little while, then, let us dream.

Beyond the pearled horizons lie
Winter and night: awaiting these
We garner this poor hour of ease,
Until love turn from us and die
Beneath the drear November trees.

by Ernest Christopher Dowson

Comments (5)

Until love turn from us and die Beneath the drear November trees. Beautiful poem shared with us, thanks poet.
Winter and night! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Fantastic expression has been made on autumn with haunting diction. Thanks and congratulations to his soul for being selected this poem as the poem of the day.
love, twilight, heart and life, good one
Such a great poem posted here.....