Warmth of Autumn Sun

Turquoise in the morning light

The treetops are alive

With the myriad of birdsong

As the swirling mists arrive

And the shaft of brilliant sunshine

Penetrates the greenish gloom

To illuminate the craggy ridge

 In a honeyed, golden bloom.

 

The rabbits head for burrows

Retreating from the night,

A flock of teal, in unison,

Explosively take flight,

There’s a freshness in the morning air

A tingle to the skin

And the twinkle in the blue eyes

Lets a secret smile begin.

 

Autumn in the country glade

The russets and the gold,

The song of early crickets

In the leafy knoll takes hold,

There’s a brilliance in the crispness

In the piles of windblown leaves

And the healthy crunch of underfoot

Invokes a sense of ease.

 

The peacefulness is calming

The solace in the sound

Of the distant song of blackbird

In the tall oaks that surround

And the velvet feel of morning

Thrills the mind to warmly hum

To the glory of occasion

In the warmth of Autumn sun.

 

Marshalg

Beneath the reds and golds of Autumn leafage.

14 May 2012