Summers Autumn
The last of summer’s scorching days wilt by
Watching bush fires mushroom languidly into jet streams
Whilst the vast coastal plain laments at apathetic clouds
Trees hang limply on lifeless limbs
Forcing leaves in search of their shade
Beaches scorch under sunburnt bodies
Through a quivering veil of vicious haze
That longs for a breeze to steal the greedy sweat
Dripping from finger to toe
A cool relief arrives, as kites take children to the skies
Heralding the imperceptible change
To a coast that’s had its roast
As autumn blankets the last summer weeks
Like a ghost lost in a fog
The seasons are passing each other by
As morning lawns reveal footprints through the night’s silky dew
As sheets are swapped for duvet’s
And hearth’s wail in search of warmth
Cool night air thieves under doors
Dogs and cats curl tighter in a ball
Suburbs bristle and await
A sun, that now sleeps through
Trees stand frightened as their leaves make a choice
Emeralds over gold or yellows to favour red as
Auburn litter eddies in awkward swirls
Above their frosty roots
Autumn now shows herself in all her grandeur
A frigid concert of muted colours
And musty soil beneath shortened days
Bracing for winter’s wrath in all her mighty fury
31 August 2014
Copyright © Mark Trichet | Year Posted 2014
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