Autumn Cusp
Late November dawn. Sun’s rays slanting low
Filtering through a haze of naked trees
To stream, in weakened state, through my window
Caressing my face, as the darkness flees
The colour of the light, warming my walls,
Banishes thought of winter’s cold fingers
And, though, daily, the temperature falls,
So much of autumn’s beauty still lingers
Red leafed vines paint the near terraced skyline
Green woodpeckers laugh with unshared reason
Persimmon, holly, mistletoe and pine
Nature’s decorations for this season…
(And Christmas does not feel so far away)
Replete with hope; new birth, new life, new day ~
Copyright © Nigel Fawcett | Year Posted 2008
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