Damp leaves in cold park.
Autumn days are growing dark.
The wind whistled
In the churchyard.
Then the rain came again.
An Autumn Day (1 November 2022)
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Early Autumn Morning
In the early morning
Few birds I heard.
In the distance
Vehicles passed by.
On such autumn mornings
I have no resistance
To thoughts of mortality.
But half dark
Turns to light
And I must
Shake off dust.
But autumn
Must come
And leaves fall.
Eternity
On my walks
I often find
That inner talk
Distracts my mind.
Then, the breeze
Rustles Autumn leaves
Reminding me
Of eternity.
I Must Confess
I must confess
That I obsess
On autumn leaves.
The trees
Are bare.
My hair
Has turned grey.
I could dye.
But each man’s day
Must end. my friend
Last Night I Went
Last night I went
For a walk
Through fallen leaves
And thought
How their sweet scent
Will soon
Be spent.
Late Autumn
Cold day.
No sun
Does say
Late Autumn
Has come.
Autumn Thoughts
In autumn, I recollect
How I would collect
The Autumn’s fall.
From the forest’s floor.
How many more
Shall I recall?
Poet Kevin Morris Reading His Poem “The Autumn Rain” On Youtube
A video of me reading my poem “The Autumn Rain”, recorded on Sunday 4 October
Autumn Must Come
Autumn must come
Soon. Who will recall
Leaves that fall?
So many men.
Yet there are
Far more fallen leaves,
Than there are men.
Late Afternoon, In The Churchyard
Late afternoon, in the churchyard,
A pattern of Autumn leaves
On the ground,
Distracted me
From my thought,
Which was not that profound.
K Morris - Poet 