My Autumn

Autumn winds blow the intensity of summer from my brain And cool me – dropping apples from trees abundance Feed my soul in readiness for winter’s cold Golden red leaves drying feed the earth Seeds find new homes for Spring. Autumn’s light is different – it’s gentler The silhouettes of trees disrobe and Find their form again Swallows have gone to warmer climes I miss them. Colour softly fades to shadow A sort of restful comfort filters me. Autumn smells are different too More earthy – back to nature – soft Drying greens turn brown, then brittle And soak into the soil – nature’s cycle nearly complete Birdsong less excited now – the adrenalin of Spring quieted Small creatures prepare for hibernation – A calming peace settles.