Bare bones
scratch leaden sky
while keening winds lament
fallen crowns lost to November’s
chill touch.
A former laboratory technician turned home educator, Richard H. Fay now spends his days juggling various writing and art projects. He resides in Upstate New York with his wife, daughter, two cats, and a rather confused shepherd-chow mix. History, myth, legend, folklore, as well as the classics of fantasy, horror, and adventure literature all serve as inspiration for Richard’s creative endeavours. Many of the fruits of his labour have appeared in various ezines and print magazines.
Posted on November 9, 2008 in Poems
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15 Responses to “AUTUMNAL WOODLAND MORN • by Richard H. Fay”
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November 9th, 2008 at 9:37 am
This is a perfect November Cinquain. Thank you for sharing it with us.
Oonah
November 9th, 2008 at 10:13 am
Wonderful, succint, evocative. I really like this.
November 9th, 2008 at 11:29 am
Thank you for publishing it! I’m glad you liked it. I find the autumn to be inspirational, and I couldn’t pass up composing a November cinquain.
Richard
November 9th, 2008 at 11:33 am
Great to read this little nugget here Richard. Congrats on the publication at EDP!
Best!
R Jay
November 9th, 2008 at 11:53 am
Right now I could go with something a touch warmer
Very cool, though.
November 9th, 2008 at 11:54 am
Lovely autumn cinquain! Good job! Reminded me of my walk today through an autumnal park….
November 9th, 2008 at 1:24 pm
Beautiful!
November 9th, 2008 at 4:02 pm
Good description of November
November 9th, 2008 at 6:15 pm
What a kool little jewel.
Gray
November 9th, 2008 at 9:35 pm
This is as crisp as the november breezes that blow through Southern India at this time of the year. But I have experienced colder novembers too elsewhere, and Autumnal Woodland Morn remind me of those too, crisply!Good poem!
November 10th, 2008 at 11:16 am
The feel of this poem is very appropriate right now! Very nice, Richard.
November 10th, 2008 at 4:41 pm
Nice…imagery that immediately evokes the visual, and the emotional.
November 11th, 2008 at 12:20 pm
Couldn’t be truer than now.
how chill those hollow bones
tickling now to gooseflesh
shaking fingers
neath weeping
November
sky
Congrats, Richard!
David M Pitchford
November 16th, 2008 at 6:49 am
nice dark November poem!
June 17th, 2009 at 2:25 pm
fabulous poem