Autumn
Autumn, when Nature welcomes death,
when trees take their last breath.
Autumn, when flowers mourn their youth,
when Nature stilts her growth.
Faeries will fight over which tree's leaves fall first
Wood nymphs and elves into song they burst!
Witches and peasants, they all make fires bright
Which burn fiercely, with all their might!
Children run around
like fallen leaves in the playground
Like flames licking the wood
on Bonfire Night, they feel they should
have celebrated Hallow's Eve with more sweets,
with even bigger pumpkins.
Night falls faster, ghosts feel better
The time has come, the weather is wetter!
The naked branches, swerving in the wind
makes you think, makes you quiver.
Autumn is here, Nature welcomes Death!
And the trees breathe their last breath.
Copyright © Nephele Drakaki | Year Posted 2015
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