Autumn

by Walter De La Mare — a poem card from Justes Mots

A devastating meditation on loss structured around contrasts: where beauty existed, now only absence remains; where warmth and presence once dwelled, only phantom coldness persists. De la Mare uses autumn imagery to externalize the speaker's inner desolation after losing someone beloved. Profoundly suitable for grieving the death of a loved one or processing profound abandonment.

There is a wind where the rose was;
Cold rain where sweet grass was;
And clouds like sheep
Stream o'er the steep
Grey skies where the lark was.

Nought gold where your hair was;
Nought warm where your hand was;…

Themes: sympathy · grief · reflection