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Autumn In Thurles

Autumn In Thurles

By Thurles Author & Poet Tom Ryan ©

How lovely sweet autumn everywhere
In the beet leaved acres,
Under the yellow-leaved light,
Of the wistful October sun,
Engolding now the time.
Enriching the red and black and berried colours
By coloured roadside hedges all around.

The mellow mist is on the mountains,
The shadows fall fast on the declining day,
And life’s declining years.
The red and brown and golden leaves,
Kissed by the yellowing sun,
Adorn the roads and pathways of our lives,
A carpet for the guest of winter
To tread upon anon.
Now we wonder, in the Autumn-witching hour
Whom would we wish to be with us.

Shouting children down the Mall
Chase secret shadows of their dreams.
In the night, lit by the yellow hue
Of street lights in river reflected,
The perennial ghosts of Halloween
Whisper a magic in their ears,
Cast spells for a lifetime long.

Oh, who would we require to be with us,
As we gambol down the riverside path again,
Fists raised at the laughing moon
And the mocking mysterious shadows
Of all the days of youth.
Now we wonder in the Autumn witching hour
Who would we wish to follow
By secret paths under the stars
Of childhood long ago.


Tom Ryan, “Iona”, Rahealty, Thurles, Co. Tipperary


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