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Seasons – 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…

 

Seasons

There were rich pickings in the hedgerows then,

Where the blackberries crowded out the sloe

And hop vines twined about the wild rosehips

And hawthorn berries cast a scarlet glow.

 

To the music of birdsong we would pick

Our fill throughout the season; then the mist

of autumn would sparkle like jewels, from

Cobwebs flung down with a prodigal fist.

 

On branches where the fruit had lately been,

And through the winter, feasting on the good

Rich harvest of the summer, round fires of logs,

Pale summer ghosts curled from the smould’ring wood.

 

© Dorothy Davis-Sellick 1998 onwards

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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…

 

Autumn

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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