Autumn

29/11/2011

Dear Thomas,

I appreciated your uplifting comments in the face of much doom and gloom, especially reference to Remembrance Day which recalls the sacrifices made by the few for benefit of the many – which still happens today of course.

I thought perhaps my poem below would be appropriate for the season and highlights that things can change for the better.

 

Kind regards,

 

Bill Newham

 

 

                AUTUMN

Autumn leaves fluttering down   

Russet red and golden brown,

Shaken from the rustling trees

By the strong autumnal breeze,

Lay a carpet on the ground
Muffling every forest sound.

Pearls of dew on silver threads
Spiders taste on clinging webs,

Smelling musky morning air

Among branches damp and bare,

Though some berries coloured bright

Linger longer to delight.

Autumn’s glory says goodbye

As the sun low in the sky,

Hastens shadows to the night

While birds migrate their distant flight,

And sap returns to roots dug deep

So plants and trees can go to sleep.

Winters onslaught cold and bleak

Draws in closer week by week,

Touching every living thing

For some to die but others bring

Life, through natures cycle phase

To blush of spring and summers blaze.