Autumn

A poem inspired by walking through the woods in autumn time.

Autumn

 A carpet of brown multi-coloured form,

from leaves cascading in the heavy breeze.

The trees are bare and show their crooked arms,

like old men with sticks bowing without ease.

summer berries have now made their last show,

abundant fruit so sweet now in decay.

Time for the trees to scatter nuts around,

and the squirrels to cary them away.

The seasons days are getting shorter now,                            

the silent darkness takes away the light.

The fading sun is drained of loving warmth,

the shorter day now quickly turns to night.

The chirpy birds no longer sing their songs,

the busy courting time has now long past.

Some gather and then flock to warmer climes.

some decide to stay for the winter fast.

The garden hedgehogs make their winter home,

before the cruel icy snow and frost.

The little insects lay their tiny eggs,

to make them safe before the time is lost.

Nature so sound has laid its tired head,

to go to rest and sleep before the spring.

When once again in joy it will awake,

and once again the birds will dance and sing.