Autumn Glory

Autumn Glory Coloured leaves of red and of gold, Cling to trees, of new and of old, Gently they fall, not making a sound, An autumnal carpet, shrouding the ground Sun slowly rising on a cool misty morn, A nip in the air in the first light of dawn, The alluring cry, of a crow’s lonely call, As it solitary stands on the old garden wall Creatures, gathering, in time for their slumber, Preparing for Spring, when they wake with such hunger, Gardens of plenty, are slowly subsiding, Colours, fading, or go into hiding All Hallows and Guy Fawkes, little ones excited, Pumpkins, fireworks, imaginations ignited, Bonfires, sparklers, chestnuts & peas, Warming us through before winter does freeze