Poetry Friday: A Poem for Autumn

I found this wonderful poem by Lucy Maud Montgomery at the Poem Hunter. An Autumn Evening Dark hills against a hollow crocus sky Scarfed with its crimson pennons, and below The dome of sunset long, hushed valleys lie Cradling the twilight, where the lone winds blow And wake among the harps of leafless trees Fantastic runes and mournful melodies. The chilly purple air is threaded through With silver from the rising moon afar, And from a gulf of clear, unfathomed blue In the southwest glimmers a great gold star Above the darkening druid glens of fir Where beckoning boughs and elfin voices stir. And so I wander through the shadows still, And look and listen with a rapt delight, Pausing again and yet again at will To drink the elusive beauty of the night, Until my soul is filled, as some deep cup, That with divine enchantment is brimmed up.

I just love the language that Montgomery used.  I BOLDED some of my favorite phrases. It’s why I love her books as well.  A poem like this makes one slow down for a moment and drink in the enchantment. Elaine at Wild Rose Reader is round-up all the poems today.  Thank you. The CYBILS panelists are being introduced over the next few days.  Stop by and see what we are up to.  I will announce my panelist on Monday.  Stay Tuned. Happy Reading. MsMac