Autumn’s Tapestry

Autumn’s Tapestry

Autumn patiently counted the days
As she fashioned her threads of gold,
She tirelessly spun her palette of silk
And waited for days to grow cold.

She lined up her spools of tangerine,
Kept an eye on the color of leaves.
Then early one evening, when Frost kissed the Wind,
She sat at her loom to weave.

While warp and woof were intertwined,
She hummed a contented tune;
Until she finished her tapestry,
Inspected by light of the moon.

The stars all blinked their twinkling praise–
Autumn had done just right.
Her tapestry of crimson and gold
Would be wrapped round the Forest that night.

She winked at the Moon as she went to her rest,
She’d had an exhausting night;
The thread would be passed to Winter now,
Who would quilt a fine blanket of white.

© 2006 Nancy Bond

[Frost overlay for photo – Marilylle Soveran]


Author: nancybond

A writer, photographer, naturalist from small town Nova Scotia, Canada.

12 thoughts on “Autumn’s Tapestry”

  1. Okay, this is my absolute favorite of yours period. Hands Down. No Argument. I must have this poem, Nancy. Autumn is my favorite season and tapestries are my favorite texture and I used to weave and it’s just perfect and …. I’m out of words. No more adjectives. I bow in your general direction, humbled. Your photo piece is exquisite as well. Best In Show.

    Thanks, Debi! It’s funny how we read something that fits so well it seems as if it were written for us. That pleases me! Help yourself and print it off, if you like. :)

  2. Another lovely poem Nancy — I often have a difficult time deciding whether spring or autumn is my favourite season. I’ve resolved that finally: it’s autumn for sure.


    These wonderful, sunny but cool, clear days are most welcome in my neck of the woods, too. :)

  3. A perfect poem for an frosty night. We’ve still got weeks and weeks until our first frost.


    My parents actually had a light frost the other night…it melted with the first rays of sun, but I guess it really is getting that time. :) How it sneaks up on us! This is unusually early for us, however. September can be a very warm and muggy month.

  4. Another beautiful poem, Nancy. The images all fit autumn so well. Autumn is like a tapestry, isn’t it, with all its rich colors?

    Autumn is like a richly woven cloth, Rose, with all those brilliantly colored threads. :)

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