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Autumn – by Alan Bold
Autumn arrives
Like an experienced robber
Grabbing the green stuff
Then cunningly covering his tracks
With a deep multitude
Of colourful distractions.
And the wind,
The wind is his accomplice
Putting an air of chaos
Into the careful diversions
So branches shake
And dead leaves are suddenly brown
In the faces of inquisitive strangers.
The theft chills the world
Changes the temper of the earth
Till the normally placid sky
Glows red with a quiet rage.
I decided to go with “Autumn” by Alan Bold.
I liked the contrast in this picture I found, it suits the poem. What you know of the seasonal period, isn’t how Alan exposes us to his version of it. Which was exactly what I wanted.
Mind you, it’s been half a year since we went through poetry. I think we did pretty good analyzing it :
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1U9JkXp50q7DNeZexub7d8v-VWN4qs8wm/view?usp=drivesdk
(This is just the audio)
I’m now contemplating what to analyze next 🙂
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