Autumn Dresses For All Hallows’ Eve



Winds of Autumn rash and free

Send leaves ascatter  as they rush

To a privet hedge lying in the lee 

It’s naked boughs now dressed in lush

And borrowed hues of crimson gold and rusty

Brown of errant castoffs from lofty brush

And taller brethren too involved in windy

Tussles to worry the loss of minor tress

Costuming the privet  in  hurly burly

Reminiscent of mummers in patchwork dress

Fit for parading on All Hallows’ Eve

Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-10-31 at 15:12

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An excellent piece, the rhythm sets it on fire for All Hallows Eve.

D G Moody
I loved this poem Josephus - the imagery and rhyme, and the sibilance, really lovely. And we are now waiting for the neighbourhood children after dark.

This poem’s rhythm is as busy as a suburban street on Halloween.

Well done