Autumn – Poem

This is one of a series of poems, written by my Grandmother, that represent a portrait of her childhood in Thomas Hardy’s Wessex, places and people she loved who are, for the most part, no longer with us. She dedicates each and every poem to her daughters, and has kindly given me permission to share them with you all, enjoy…



The chestnut trees in autumn dress

Dominate the skyline. Beneath,

Pavements become rich carpets spread

With tawny leaves, or a gold wreath


In memory of summer days

Now ended for another year.

I like the autumn best of all,

When squirrels hunt for nuts, and peer


From halfway up a tree trunk as

We pass; and children, just like we

Did, long ago, search in the grass

For conkers. Yet I cannot see


The autumn come without regret;

Remembering how he loved to see

Tawny chrysanthemums and leaves

Blazing like fire in some old tree.


© Dorothy Davis-Sellick 1998 onwards


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