Poem for Autumn
Season of splendour.
As Mother Earth gently rests her weary head.
Preparing for the long sleep ahead.
Harbinger to the winter chill.
But for now…
Nature’s paintbrush is busy.
With brilliant palette of crimson and gold.
The forest ablaze with colour.
As the late summer sun still warms the days.
My favourite season.
It’s beauty far surpassing the others.
A magical time of awakenings and endings.
Like no other.
A joy to once again rediscover.
We are reminded of another year’s passing.
Of changes, inevitable.
Required in all things.
And to everything there is a season,
and a reason we will find,
It’s loveliness and wonder endures.
Always a feast for the senses.
A gilded gift we receive.
To dazzle and delight.
We put away our thoughts.
Of the cold days ahead.
There is so much to enjoy right now.
Autumn’s beauty to behold.
GHH © 2000. Revised 2008.
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