A Cynic’s Look At Autumn

     I really hate to rush it, but there is a feeling of fall, in the evening air here in Massachusetts. It seems more like October than mid-September and that has my thoughts turning to the “good old days” of  my youth. When simpler living was the way of the world. Ecology was not ever mentioned and neither were the words environment or pollution. Ignorance was truly bliss, as we were going about a way of doing things that had been passed on for generations. Coal as a heating source, kerosene as a cooking fuel, and we burned our leaves in the fall…Ahh, the smell of burning leaves in the air, football games in the park, and as the light faded to darkness, the aroma of someone’s fireplace filling the nostrils of us all. Including, the cynical writer of this poem. However, also passed on for generations is the scam! Think about it…

Wishing you all a terrific Tuesday,


A Cynic‘s Look At Autumn

 The elms and oaks and maples turn,

to red and yellow and brown,

and their leaves, in multitudes,

come drifting, to the ground.

Til, but just a few are left,

on the branch and limb,

and the fate, of the stragglers now,

rests in the rain and wind.

 With no more to cover them,

the trees, now barren and bare,

show themselves, for what they are,

scarecrows, in the air.


But, the remnants of the summer,

around their bases lie,

and must be removed, before the snow,

or all the grass, will die.

 So, with gloves and rakes and bags,

we set about the chore.

In the old days, we would simply burn,

but, the old days are no more.

 They say the environment, is fragile,

and needs more love and care,

but the youth, inside of me,

yearns, for the smell of autumn air.


Oh, the smell of burning leaves,

and chimneys spouting smoke,

filled the senses, of my youth,

now they say, the earth will choke.

 So now, we must gather and bag,

and the bags, you know are not free,

then put them out, to be hauled away,

and where they go, we never see.

 It would not one bit, surprise me,

if, there’s dollar one, to be earned.

that, somewhere under secrecy,

they are, eventually burned.


 Jack Downing

Oct. 2009






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Hearth and Health are wonderful things and if you're without either such sorrow that brings So I cannot express enough thanks to my Lord and to my family and friends for the support you afford! ~Jack Downing~
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7 Responses to A Cynic’s Look At Autumn

  1. sally says:

    On the money again!!

  2. adeeyoyo says:

    When we see how things have changed, who can blame us for becoming cynical? I love this poem. Btw, I am in the southern hemisphere and we are racing towards summer at the moment!

  3. I love this one so much! Especially “scarecrows in the air”. (That’s great!) Another one to make us think.

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