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 ~