| Autumn |
Bleed out your beauty, Autumn-
Give up a gentle wrist, and smear
Your bloody hues atop the green
Cast a calming throw of heady peace
Upon the cooling land
And as you grant the sun a final fling of warmth
Charge the silent air
With earthen whiff to intimate the fungal push
Soon you'll send a shiver down the watery spine of
Quivering ponds, punctual brooks and
Listless lakes, to warn them of the freeze to come
Behold! Your mellow spirit
Hanging as a mist upon the placid morn -
A sight that draws a sneaking tear or two - forlorn
Observers are we all of colder climes to view!
Autumn Lady, must you be the summer waning - ?
Our adieu to fairer-weather life ?
Ah well, at least you hum a warming tone, ensuring
Nature's rhythm still abounds
But now you must prepare your mind for chilly time -
You know the drill -
Guiding us along a sloping path -
To east our psyche in to sleet and snow -
The blue-ice bite of winter.
