Autumn

 

 

Its here again

That autumn light

When all the world

Is painted bright.

Shiny acorns

Chestnuts brown.

Misty mornings

In the town.

Afternoons

Which turn out fine

And bathe the trees

In gold sunshine.

Smokey fires

With yellow flames.

Children playing

Woodland games.

On garden paths

A carpet weaves

Of red and orange

fallen leaves.

Rosy apples

Dark red cherry.

Juicy plums

And sweet blackberry.

Warm rich colours.

Autumn day.

Enjoy it now,

It will not stay.

 

 

ã Brenda Williams