378th Virtual Poetry Circle

Welcome to the 378th Virtual Poetry Circle!

Remember, this is just for fun and is not meant to be stressful.

Keep in mind what Molly Peacock’s book suggested.

Look at a line, a stanza, sentences, and images; describe what you like or don’t like; and offer an opinion. If you missed my review of her book, check it out here.

Today’s poem is from Emily Brontë:

Fall, leaves, fall

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.

What do you think?


  1. Anna (Diary of an Eccentric) says

    I like her positive outlook on winter. It’s how I feel when I see the first snowfall. But then I hate everything about it after that!

  2. Natalie Tyler says

    She was apparently in a “Wuthering Heightsian” mood when she wrote this. She nicely flouts poetic convention to write about winter with fondness. I like her use of the “short line”.

  3. Suko http://www.sukosnotebook says

    Some like it . . . cold?!

  4. It seems like she and Edgar Allan Poe would have gotten along well 🙂 She certainly has a positive feeling about the coming of winter!