Autumn Dances

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The next approaches the podium, bowing left and right

to the cream of Faerie royalty, gathered on this night.

“I hope my modest effort does not spoil this heady dance.”

Facing those assembled, he assumes a proclaimer’s stance.


Autumn Dances


Gathered apples, pressed to cider, we raise a glass to all;

’tis sweet Autumn’s amber nectar, the true drink of the fall.

Small dust devils, sharp and quick, dance to a Virginia Reel;

then grab their partners, shy red leaves, as round the floor they wheel.

Faeries giggle with delight at seeing them spinning so

and clasping hands, they circle all, adding a golden glow.

This way they play till break of day; rude morning spoils their fun,

puzzled at scenes of golden wheels and red leaves on the run.

But be not sad if you have missed this entertainment night,

they will be back again, my friend, all glowing just as bright.



With a small quiet smile, setting sun at the end of day,

he steps back but a single step, then slowly fades away.


  1. Hi Michael

    This is very delightful and certainly, imaginative!! I like the way you introduce this piece with a prologue and end with an epilogue, kind of in the mode of Shakespeare’s “A Mid Summer Night’s Dream. Also I think using the idea of a choreographed show to express the nightly magic of fall is very creative. And Lastly, the rhyme and cadence work effectively with the theme. I am there in that scene, feeling the whirling energy and the magic dance of colors and amusing splendor.

    Much enjoyed this,

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Thank you Wendy. I have used a prologue and epilogue a few times when it seemed appropriate to the content. I am pleased you thought so here.

    By the way I once wrote a poem “A Midsummer Night’s Scene” in which I cribbed liberally from Shakespeare lines:

    A Midsummer Night’s Scene

    Now soft, what breeze wafts from yonder device?
    An instrument of infinite cunning,
    made perfect for a summer’s evening,
    when all our labors have been laid to rest.
    How these three turning blades create a wind
    where none existed, bringing sweet relief
    to our summer’s discontent; a blessing
    thrice over, no need to tax endurance
    waving a single fan to cool our heads.
    ‘Tis a zephyr devoutly to be wished.

    Come, sit here with me ere it be bedtime;
    let us enjoy this respite from the heat.

    By: Michael Williams / August 9, 2007


    • Hi Michael

      Absolutely, a delightful take on Shakespeare’s “Midsummer Night’s Scene”. I really like those opening lines

      ow soft, what breeze wafts from yonder device?
      An instrument of infinite cunning,
      made perfect for a summer’s evening,
      when all our labors have been laid to rest.

      as well as the rest of the poem. This is creative and whimsically inventive. Thanks so much for sharing, I imagine The Bard smiling with approval regarding this poem.

      My best,

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      • Thank you Wendy. Also, my apologies; when I replied to Sarah I somehow managed to overlook this reply of yours. I had a lot of fun writing this, but it did have a precedent. Back when the “Blaster worm”, which was the first virus which could infect a computer without the user opening an infected email or doing anything else wrong, I wrote a poem of similar nature called “A Midsummer Nights Worm” and sent it out to the computer users at the company where I did IT work. The poem urged getting the antivirus update fix to prevent it.


  3. Thank you Sarah. My mom asked me how I thought of so many different things to write. I said “Well, my mind wanders and when it gets back, I write down what it saw.”


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