MISTRESS OF MY SEASONS - New England Autumn

© M.M. (Mal) Beveridge


Winner, 2012, ‘Rolf Boldrewood Literary Award’, Dubbo, NSW.


When Autumn in its languid rush

paints trees and ferns with idle brush

and gifts the golden hues to sight

with ambers all in cooling light;

ere winter’s frosty tongue and tail

will lick and whip late summer’s sail,

then lovers will, as lovers do

entwine their love in one, as two.

Before the time of lush green grass

and plump ripe fruits must come to pass;

before the first soft crack of frost

and in the counting, not the cost,

then lovers will, as lovers must,

consign their caring into trust.

When in love’s season lovers lie

full fruited ’neath the Autumn sky

to wait the winter’s passing mood,

for birth of spring that winter wooed,

then lovers will, as lovers trust,

bring forth the gift that lovers must.


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