Autumn

A wonderful english poem showing a silent scene in the autumn wood. Regards Inge

One cannot escape this powerful imagery...

Many regards - Renate

Dear Heide,
There is something quite sad in your poem, but also something very gentle.
I like the way the autumn leaves almost become a protection for the man. They cover him, his life and finally his loneliness. And “velvet serenity” is such an unusual expression. That is nice.
The whole scene feels very quiet to me. The man is suffering, but nature around him just continues, almost without noticing. I think that contrast works pretty well.
It made me wonder what was in your mind when you wrote it.

Take care,
have a nice weekend,
cheerio
Rolph