Hedge in autumn
The hedge was dense and green through summer,
and at the end hung with red and black,
luscious gemmed and fluttering with wings
when soft-voiced birds flit, feasting.
And at the end, hung with red and black,
the sumptuous banners of a forgotten king,
blackberried and spiked, autumn builds its ramparts,
luscious-gemmed and fluttering with wings.
Turning vines drape purple grapes in gold leaf,
hand-prints across the green of oak and elm.
When soft-voiced birds flit, feasting
on hips and haws and plump purple,
I know the winter king will soon be holding court.
Hedge in autumn The hedge was dense and green through summer,and at the end hung with red and black,luscious gemmed and fluttering with wingswhen soft-voiced birds flit, feasting. And at the end, hung with red and black,the sumptuous banners of a forgotten king,blackberried and spiked, autumn builds its ramparts, luscious-gemmed and fluttering with wings.Turning vines … Continue reading Hedge in autumnRead MoreJane Dougherty Writes
