Monday, September 16, 2013

Autumn at the Gate

I wrote this poem many years ago for a magazine called New Love Stories, now defunct. They didn't buy it. That’s okay. It’s romantic in a different kind of way than they wanted, I guess. But we woke up this morning to dreary skies and rain which brought this poem to mind. Perhaps you’ll find some echo in your own heart as autumn creeps in on little cat feet.  

Autumn at the Gate
By Susan Sundwall

She came upon the garden late,
and lingered there beside the gate,
as fallen leaves went whirling round
with rustling crunch upon the ground.

The rising moon, the hissing breeze
had found the bare bones of the trees
and pressed upon her heart, at last,
that winter now would come on fast.

Mid wistful thoughts of summer days,
the lovely, golden autumn haze
seemed as a lover’s kiss, and then
she left the gate for home again.

Photo: Last  year's garden in October with our red barn in the distance. Thanks for reading.


  1. Beautiful word pictures. I can feel the autumn air. It seems to match what I felt when I went outside a few minutes ago.
    PS: There should be plenty of markets for it.

    1. So glad you enjoyed, Marion. And thanks for the PS. =0)

  2. Jennifer Brown BanksSeptember 16, 2013 at 4:14 PM

    Lovely poem. Lovely scenery, Sue.

  3. Hi, Susan:

    I enjoyed this poem. I like how I could instantly visualize the scene by line two because of the imagery you painted.

    Have you tried pitching this to another magazine? You should.

    Thanks for sharing this with us.

    1. It's been a while since I wrote this. Don't know who else would want it. Rhyming poems are not very popular anymore. Glad you enjoyed it, though! Thanks back.

  4. Lovely... just lovely. And so was the photo. You seem to have a special place for all the seasons.

    1. I do, Cindy. Makes my world predictable, I guess.