Autumn Splendour

Go love your rainbow falling from trees Your spectral forests stripped of leaves Stark branches fingering the sun's eye The little deciduous garden waiting to die, and dappled ground appalled I will praise the days of fainting breeze The hurricanes swallowed by the fog, my shack at ease I will praise the days of sea's white gnashing At the gull swirling above the perilous fish And the children tumulting in larval greed of freedom As they come home from school. For dappled days, praise! Autumn Splendour by David Smalling