Autumn that name of creeper falling and tea-time loving,
Was once for me the thought of High Cotswold noon-air,
And the earth smell, turning brambles, and half-cirrus moving,
Mixed with the love of body and travel of good turf there.
O up in height, O snatcht up O swiftly going,
Common to beechwood, breathing was loving, the yet
Unknown Crickley cliffs trumpeted, set music on glowing
In my mind. White Cotswold, wine scarlet woods and leaf wreckage wet.
(Ivor Gurney)
More Poetry from Ivor Gurney:
Ivor Gurney Poems based on Topics: Mind, Thought & Thinking, Love, Body, Autumn, Wine, Breathing- Thoughts of New England (Ivor Gurney Poems)
- Tobacco (Ivor Gurney Poems)
- The Road (Ivor Gurney Poems)
- Laventie (Ivor Gurney Poems)
- Kilns (Ivor Gurney Poems)
- Cut Flowers (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Readers Who Like This Poem Also Like:
Based on Topics: Love Poems, Mind Poems, Thought & Thinking Poems, Wine Poems, Body Poems, Autumn Poems, Breathing PoemsBased on Keywords: creeper, cotswold, trumpeted, snatcht, tea-time, beechwood, crickley
- Of The Nature Of Things: Book V - Part 02 - Against Teleological (Lucretius Poems)
- Book V - Part 02 - Against Teleological Concept (Lucretius Poems)
- The Song Of Hiawatha V: Hiawatha's Fasting (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
- The Triumph Of Melancholy (James Beattie Poems)
- Devon's Poly-Obion (Joanna Baillie Poems)