AUTUMN / FALL.

The ground awash with dying leaves,
as dismissive,sleepy, wearisome, trees,
cast them off to flutter down,
and die unwanted on winters ground.

Cold and cheerless the autumn air,
offers nothing, to help or care,
huddled together, as if for cheer,
but spitefull winds divide and clear.

All the browns and ochres to,
natures carpet open to view,
every single shade of green,
as natures pallette reigns supreme.

Twigs and branches strewn around,
Magpies search and probe the ground,
foxes peek, search and inquire,
approach and stop,as if to admire.

Cautiously taking a guarded stance,
ever fearfull of mans violence,
The sky above cold and blue,
clouds mixed, in a grey and white hue.

and then to man we next enquire,
as extra warmth he does require,
all wrapped up in jumpers new.
fearing colds and chills anew.

Then the Autumn day is done,
giving way to nights kingdom,
a chilly cold and watery sky.
watches natures foliage die.

John bishop 03©©©