Penny's Poetry Blog

Coats I have worn so many coats Always changing through the years Some fit very well and warm Giving comfort for a time Other ones, ...

October When I was a little fellow, long ago,      The season of all seasons seemed to me      The Summer's afterglow and fantasy —...

  Suspending Winter Willingly in Disbelief Spring whistled a happy tune ... summer sang.      Autumn's song being sung and winter's ...

Autumn Thine, autumn, is unwelcome lore, To tell the world its pomp is o'er. To whisper in the rose's ear That all her beauty...

Memory of My Father Every old man I see Reminds me of my father When he had fallen in love with death One time when sheaves were gathe...

The Cricket to October The long, pure light, that brings      To earth her perfect crown of bliss, Wanes slow, — the thoughtful drooping...

T h e   P e n n y   B l o g 's featured poem for October 2025: October , by Elinor Wylie Beauty has a tarnished dress, And a patchwork c...