Pomifer Autumnus Poem
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The Lost Country
Fall 2012 • Vol. 1, No. 1
“Pomifer autumnus,” by Tyler Morrison
This work was published in the Fall 2012 issue of The Lost Country. You may purchase a copy of this issue from us or, if you prefer, from Amazon.
READING BY THE AUTHOR AVAILABLE, but forgive the poor audio quality. 1.25 times speed sounds better than 1.00xPOMIFER AUTUMNUS
All is autumn; the sleepers wake.
Drunkards wake the dream of summer,
Poets are sobered by yellowed leaves,
And lovers find their love is cooled
At the merest breath of a mellow breeze.
Children are stolen from games in the garden
As if they sin against the season,
For teachers keep them locked away
Like angels bearing swords of flame.
But there is yet some paradise
Not lost to those who suffer time.
The world has withered, but is not fruitless.
Eden is past, but the harvest is here,
And apples will flourish in the Fall.
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Tyler Morrison - in 2012 he became the last graduate of the College of Saint Thomas More. In addition to his poetry, he is currently writing his first novel, play, and podcast.
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