The ochre shades of Autumn fall
Amongst the pearly drops of dew,
The straddling wisps of cloud rush by
As wind whispers in the willows tall.
The last days of summer gone
The fleeting haze of warmth and shine
The flutter of the butterflies
The humming of the bees has died.
Chill air blows from northern skies,
An arctic blast to catch our breath,
Trees semi-clad and leafless sigh
As the hours draw ever closer in.
Exotic twirls of russet fungi
Flower like balletic skirts,
Amongst the brown shades and woody tumble
That smoothers all the green I knew.
The pheasants shriek their lonely call
The hunter’s on the prowl,
Gunshots ring out in darkening days
Oh, the cruelty of human pride.
I see the beauty of the gold, the amber and the crimson hue
But how my heart aches for the shimmering sizzle
Warm grass underfoot,
Lazy hazy days of Summer azure…
So while the harvest fruits cascade,
The hedgerows twitch alive with life,
Winter crops planted and ordered well,
Haystacks drying in the last sunny rays…
I murmur to the heavens,
To the trees still bearing leaves,
To the dying Speckled Woods on the wing
Come stay a while longer … pleaseeee.
Sophie E Tallis © 2013