WHISPERS OF AUTUMN

WHISPERS OF AUTUMN It wasn’t long before early man realised The turn of the seasons, a pattern repeated And that it could be predicted they soon surmised A change to the last one, as each had completed But Winter was a loud moan, as bitter winds blew Feeling no guilt for all the growth it had deprived Then a joyful Spring would bring forth everything new And soon, a deep warm breath, as Summer had arrived The subtlety of Autumn always delivered some peace In a red and gold carpet from leaves that were green A season of memories, as the year’s end of lease But a canvas of colours that people have seen One might just hear the messages that it will send With the whispers of Autumn as it nears its end