In Autumn Fair
In Autumn Fair
The Old Oak stands strong in dappled shade,
with sunlit greens and browns upon the misted fields,
who yield their timeless gaze.
The bird of prey ; she soars eagerly on lofty heights,
soon swooping down amidst the soil.
Triumphant now she bears her rodent crown,
the mice had run amuck
but now perchance their final destiny called;
from feathered heights
and sunlit hills
and diamond-beaded cobwebs all a-glistening in the glade,
while the Earth hushes a lull
and Autumn gives her great Embrace.
Leaves entwined in a flurry of a breeze
Caught up in the air like a charm
to be later tramped underfoot, amidst much crunching and laughter
by carefree deftly footed children
Only hampered by the imaginations of their parents ,
‘Shhhh, tread softly now!’
‘Don’t ruin your shoes!’
‘Walk, don’t run!’
And so the uttermost pleasure of Autumn is for-stalled, until adults chatting altogether, in a semi half gaze, forget the delights of childhood and wonder why they dare to dream no more….
Meanwhile the children run and jump and dance, for the leaves are making music as they play.
For surely the only life worth living is life through the eyes of a child.
NaomiRainbow
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