Autumn Leaves
Ruby red and scarlet
leaves fly, scatter, crunch
Cold air whirls, lifts –
orange flurries skip and flutter.
Rapt by the dance
swayed by its flow,
I embrace this autumn show
knowing that soon
winter will come.
Category Archives: Poem of the Day
Autumn by James Aitchison
Leave a commentAutumn
The heat of summer bleeds
from the trees.
Golden sunrises.
Orange afternoons.
Fiery sunsets.
Summer writes itself
on the trees,
Then tumbles onto the grass,
Tossed by the wind,
Claimed by the long, long winter.
James Aitchison
Hoisted by Jenny Erlanger
Leave a commentA wonderful contraption,
it’s the very best of toys,
a funfair installation
but without the added noise.
I grab the bar above me
and I launch straight off the chair.
I sway my legs a little
till I’m whizzing through the air,
I’m gripping really tightly
as I whirl above the ground.
I swing in giant circles,
spinning round and round and round.
I’d love to play for longer
but it’s time to end the fun.
My carousel is needed
now the load of washing’s done.
Baggy Pants by Celia Berrell
Leave a comment(an environmental baddy)
Flapping in a sunny breeze
while snagged upon some road-side trees
those plastic carry-bags can trick us
looking like some witches knickers.
Light and strong they fly away
like parachutes on windy days
to reach the sea and float as if
they’re some weird kind of jellyfish.
They’re made from poly-ethylene.
Environmentally NOT green!
Their hydrogen and carbon chains
aren’t broken down by sun or rains.
Thin and tough they bend and flop.
Ideal for using when we shop.
But eco-systems do not share
our love for witches underwear!
After the Rain by Julie Thorndyke
Leave a commentAfter the Rain
Drops of rain fall on my face
wild white flowers, just like lace.
Underneath the dripping tree
lizards lurk, their eyes on me.
In the puddles, black leaves float
the gum-nut people have lost their boat.
As I wander in the bush
everything is green and lush.
Mixed Bag by Jeannie Meekins
Leave a commentMixed Bag
He appeared on the doorstep one day
Both big and small in size
A dog of mixed bag breeds
We decided to call him Heinz
For Dad, he’d work all day
Running with the sheep
He asked for little in return
A pat, kind word, a sleep
To Mum, he was a protector
Of danger, he had no fear
Any threat around, he’d bark it down
No stranger would dare come near
The baby, she had him intrigued
Crawling around the house
Nose to the ground, he followed her round
Like a cat on the trail of a mouse
After school, he’d wait at the gate
We’d play till the sun’s last light
Exhausted but happy, inside for tea
He’d sleep by my bed at night
To each, he was something different
Loyal, right up to the end
That bitzer, mongrel, mixed up mutt
Worker, protector… best friend.
Monday-Lying in Bed Elizabeth Cummings
Leave a commentMonday – Lying in Bed
Monday’s here already
I just can’t get out of bed
The sun’s already shining
The dog’s waiting to be fed
I know I should get going
But I stretch and roll instead
As I think of the goal I scored
And what my teammates said
The aches and pains I feel
From the big bruise on my head
Are definitely worth it all –
I’ve got pre-season street cred!
Clash by Kate O’Neil
Leave a commentIn the garden
orange nasturtiums arrived
and went wild
taking on the whole bed
of Flanders poppies.
They clashed terribly.
The nasturtiums
made swift advances
crawling stealthily
through the proud
rows of nodding red
blooms heavy with
memories of far fields
and so many dead.
The poppies knew
what was coming.
All’s fair in love and war,
shouted the nasturtiums,
tumbling them
into disarray before
trampling them
into the bed
in bloody conquest.
Nasturtium – a symbol of power and of conquest and victory in battle
Australian Children’s Poetry 