Autumnal

In Competition No. 2969 you were invited to submit a poem about autumn in the style of the poet of your choice. It was a stellar entry so I’ll keep it brief to make way for an extra winner. Those printed below take £20 each; D.A. Prince nabs £30. High fives all round.

Oh Autumn, you are one of the loveliest of seasons
And for this there are a multitude of reasons.
You bring us apples, and windfalls hardly bruised at all
Despite being associated with Eve, the Serpent and The Fall.
Then there are blackberries to accompany them for puddings and tarts
(At least until the Devil drags his tail across their fruiting parts,
Because there are all sorts of folk tales and such,
Even if nowadays we don’t believe them, much.)
The Harvest Festival hymns rise up to Heaven
With a wonderful noise as sung by Angels (eleven).
Everything is fruitful and there is great abundance
Although perhaps the marrows are a bit too much redundance.