THE SEASONS (Autumn)

Damp dark days. so cold and wet underfoot

Now replace the scented rose and honey suckle

with smells of chimneys with their whirling trails

of burning smoke and soot

The once green leaves of bright summer days

when life was warm and alive

now hang their heads and die

Yellow red and gold they glide and dive

 like swallows in flight

only to be trodden down

to make way for winters cold and frosty sigh

No sun shine now

rain still hangs on berries red

and drenched cobwebs with mist soaked spiders

still try to spin their winters thread

and breath is snared in a vaporized eternity

in winters cold and lonely bed.

Slowly dieing are the days when sunshine 

sparkled through gently shimmering leaves

and glorious summer is now falling to its knees

to make way for winters onslaught

when mother earth will once again begin to freeze

ShirleyG (C)