Vintage verse – Autumn by T. E. Hulme

Autumn

A touch of cold in the Autumn night
I walked abroad,
And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge
Like a red-faced farmer.
I did not stop to speak, but nodded;
And round about were the wistful stars
With white faces like town children.

by T. E. Hulme (1883ā€“1917)

Photo by Christine Klocek-Lim

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4 thoughts on “Vintage verse – Autumn by T. E. Hulme

  1. Further Down The Road

    Further down the road

    is a farm where he grew up

    where sheep grazed softly

    in a large field

    horses roamed the meadow

    cows lay on the hillside after

    a morning milking

    the dog barked at anything

    that moved

    chickens clucked defiance

    at those who would steal eggs

    goats bumped heads

    the sweet smell of drying hay

    came in with the morning breeze

    day meant work

    night meant sleep

    the barn was the office

    how much easier it all was then

    by Zvi A. Sesling

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