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Autumn Poetry from the Writing Studio
Following on from our last post about the Writing Studio’s Poetry Day endeavours, we thought you might like to see some more of their work.
This time we have a selection of autumn-themed poems for you to enjoy, so snuggle up, get cosy and let our talented writers remind you that there’s an awful lot to enjoy about this wonderful season of mists and mellow fruitfulness!
Autumn Poems:
It’s the season of stews
And of post-summer blues
Of orange and brown
And leaves falling down
Pink skies in the morning
As a short day is dawning
It’s misty out there
Grab a warm scarf to wear
Cheeks going rosy
It’s the season of cosy.
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Stand against the radiator
warming your legs
Put the kettle on again,
this one is down to the dregs
Drag a musty blanket over you,
to keep out the chill
You could pull a hoodie on,
if you can summon the will
Wrap yourself in reruns
and in read-to-death books
Snuggle up in corners,
hide yourself in the nooks
Find yourself a warm safe place
to wait out the night
As raindrops on the window
catch the orange streetlight
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Remember remember
It’s cold in November
Remember remember
To wrap yourself up
I remember remember
Your fingers get frozen
I remember you
Warming them up on your cup
I remember a bonfire
The heat on our faces
And you gently
Bumping your shoulder to mine
Saying, always remember
This night and this moment
So I always remember
And will for all time
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As seasons change
the air sharpens,
crisp and refreshing
after summer’s suffocation.
Shorter days mean more time for
rest and renewal,
safely cocooned in a cosy blanket
of autumnal delights.
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We wake in the dark
It can’t be time to get up?!
Make a lovely hot drink
In your favourite cup
Wear your cosy old jumper
With a hole in the sleeve
Let’s get under a blanket
And let’s never leave!
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Dust off the long-awaited boots
and stomp through
the misty autumn evening
in search of shiny conkers
and pumpkin-spiced
EVERYTHING!
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The wonderful smell
of wood-burning stoves…
Delicious veg soup
and freshly baked loaves…
Tumbling leaves
in warm, sunset hues,
A carpet of beauty
and mist-softened views…
A scurrying squirrel’s
scrabbling sound.
The comforting touches
of Autumn abound.
Tumbling leaves
in sunset hues,
a carpet of beauty
to soften summer’s
slow farewell.
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I think I’d like
To be a conker
If when I fell
I fell near you
I could be found
Like some lost treasure
You’d know exactly
What to do
You’d rescue me
From the detritus
You’d pick me up
And hold me tight
And though I know
I’m not that special
I’d feel special
In your sight
You’d put me
In some collection
Things you’ve cherished
Over time
I might sit there
Be forgotten
I wouldn’t mind
That would be fine
I would still
Choose to be conkered
I would still
Choose it anew
We all need
To fall for something
I will always
Fall for you
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We’re two outlaws
Chained together
I’m the case
Cuffed to your wrist
You’re the mast
To which I’m tethered
As we sail
Into the mist
Where you lead
Is where I’m going
Where I pull
You are pulled too
When we’re lost
No way of knowing
Who is really
Walking who
