The chilling Autumn winds,
swallow the fading sky.
the bleeding sun cries.
Flowers softly die.
The icy moon screams ‘why?!’
and the Earth mourns this plight,
whilst birds prepare for flight,
for south they must migrate,
and bears prepare their lairs
so that they may hibernate.
Mighty trees are left bare…
…as their fated leaves, numerous in shades
fall like heavy feathers, conquering the forest,
diving down and landing in a manner that is flawless.
But although the sweet subtle scent, of summer now fades,
transmuting instead, into a pungent autumnal air,
there is a great sense of debonair.
The ground floods with leaves: fiery-reds and golden-yellows.
Bonfires burn a warm tiger-orange glow, their presence mellow.
Spirits get ready for the great All Hallows’ Eve.
Autumn: a time to celebrate, rather than to grieve.