Poem: Autumn Quote:William Trevor

Autumn

Feast of crow
Feast of black
Feast of wings
That do attract.
October no,
October late
Is this birds
Festival of fate.

Crow is numerous
Above the grotto
Shielding Our Lady
Of wounds and sorrow.
Everywhere crow appears
No miracles, just tears.

Such nuisance
That creates belief
And suspends grief.
Only by faith do we
Twist and bend
To kiss autumn
and count leaves.


William Trevor once said, "If anyone asks why I write gloomy novels, they need only know that my father came from the South and my mother from the North."
He also said, "All my writing is about noncommunication — which is very sad and very funny."