Fallen

Fallen

The sun it kissed the

Rain today

And left a vivid colour

Display,

The rainbow left a colour

Trace

And with the leaves they

Embraced.

The colours yellow, amber,

Gold

Within the mildewed

Water mold

The road’s now slippery

Rot and decay,

The sky is moody

Dark and grey.

The trees, the breeze, the

Leaves they fall

With every gust and

Light rainfall.

Until the branches are stripped

And bare

And of the trees, they

Are threadbare.

  

It is the autumn equinox -

An hour back on our clocks!

The harvest moon and

Thanksgiving

The strongest emotions are

Reliving.

An avenue alight with

Brilliant Hues

The early mist, the morning

Dews

The cloud has almost met

The ground,

The leaves that fell have

Now turned brown.

This time of year

Can be contagious

And of the trees they

Are deciduous. 

The spiders’ cobwebs so

Intricate

The magical photosynthesis.

         

It’s getting dark, misty and

Cool,

Halloween and soon it’s Yule.

Summertime has disappeared;

I’ve fallen for this time of

Year.

Copyright Linda Lawrence

Autumn 2019