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.
Copyright © Liz Walsh | Year Posted 2010
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