Autumn Calls
Autumn in his coat of old, stitched leaves
came knocking at my door, rustling fingers tapping at my window-pane; oh, but why should I let you in, I'm warm and comfy in my chair, a little bit of summer still warm and dancing in my grate, a glass of brandy in my hand and ginger biscuits on a plate... Go away, Autumn, you have nothing that I want; I've pots and pans (and blueberry jam), mittens for my hands at night and well-worn slippers for my feet... why, my little life is almost complete! No use knocking on my door, please try further down the street.
“Let
me come inside” pleads Autumn
“I
have gold I want to share
Covering the trees and hillsides
Just
before they all turn bare.
I
won’t be as hot as summer
Nor
as fickle as the spring,
I
don’t have the bite of winter
That
can freeze ‘most anything.
You
can still enjoy your brandy
Keep
your feet and fingers warm
Please allow me in dear poet
I
won’t do you any harm.
Look
outside and see my beauty
Spread as far as eye can see
Surely you can bid me enter.
Show
some hospitality.”
"Go
away, Autumn,
you make my old bones ache and mortify my mind with intimations of mortality. Winter at least is chill and chaste but your protestations of beauty offend me - all I see is sad decay and the perishing of things held dear. The song you sing is sad and drear, you reduce the trees to skeletons and drive a sober man to beer simply to keep the wind at bay. October is full of gales and lamentation, November harbours ancient ghosts... go away from my door and leave me to my tea and toast!
“Poet
have your eyes been blinded
That
you can no longer see
Has
your heart become embittered
That
you speak such treachery?
I’m
the kindest of the seasons,
Loveliest too I might add
And
to hear you say such harsh words
Makes
me rightfully quite mad.
I am
not the cause of decay,
Change is something we go through
I
resent the implication
I
bring thoughts of death to you.
Keep
your door closed silly poet
I’m
not going anywhere
But I
will not take the blame for
Your
desire to drink beer!”
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