Autumn

Walk amongst the falling leaves.
Yellow’s, orange’s, brown’s, red’s but no green’s.
For seasons change without pause.
Where there was new growth now there is none.
As hibernation takes its hold,
Nature mourns for what’s been lost.
Holding firm until spring rolls round.
At which point there is fresh lift to be found.

Sit along the water’s edge.
Loving every second of the gentle lapping.
Mirrors surface with imperfections.
Ripples expanding but not contracting.
While ducks bob along the top.
Quaking and feeding while others watch.
A smile forms at nature’s beauty.
So much can be witnessed when not on duty.

Gaze up at the high shining moon.
If there was a wolf nearby it would be howling now.
As foxes skip and birds begin to stir.
A new day is approaching in autumn’s run.
Peaceful these early hours are.
Before modern life makes it all a blur.
Even as drops begin to fall,
Drowning out much of nature’s ambient call.c