The year is ending, days growing chill
Gardens past mending, try as we will
Autumn winds shrill, causing the leaves to fall
Branches bare and still, the ground a coloured pall
Padre
Autumn’s Pall
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Very beautiful piece with brevity, Padre. I love how it introduces us darkly into autumn, and this line says it all:
“Branches bare and still, the ground a coloured pall”
Love it! Fantastic ballad.
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That last line is filled with grief in all its colors.
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Branches bare and still, the ground a coloured pall
I love this.
How succinct a ballad.
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Such power even in the brevity of your ballad 😀 Gorgeously rendered. 💝
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“Gardens past mending, try as we will” brought a lump to my throat given the political climate these days. So much is packed into these few well-crafted words, Padre!
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I liked the haiku-esque compression and openness in this – it reminded me of a Basho haiku – ‘lips too chilled / for prattle – / autumn wind
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Gave me a shiver padre. I love fall, autumn I should say, but it does have its sadness. Good poem you’ve written here
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