IN THE AUTUMN

 

In the Autumn

The shoot is very pleasant

And we end the day

With a bevy of pheasant

WHEN WINTERS BITE IS TAMED

 

When winters bite is tamed

Spring brings forth the shoots

Then summer scents the flowers

And the autumn earns the fruits

THE LAST LONG HOUR OF AUTUMN

 

It was late autumn,

The season was dying

When she sat at his bedside

Holding his hand

And quietly crying

As she spent that long last hour

Saying her final goodbye

SEASONED

 

When we were young

We began wandering aimlessly

Through leafy woodland.

We began when there were only

The early buds of spring

Wandering on through

The dappled shade of summer

And its comforting warmth

Onward then to the fall

With its crimson hues

Now we embark beyond

The crunch of autumns leaves

Into the cold metaphor

Of winters landscape

We still have each other

But we also have uncertainty

How much winter will we see?

BETWEEN THE SEASONS

 

Although the sun

Shone high

In the dying

Summer sky

The east wind,

Strong and shrill

Carried in an

Early autumn chill

IN THE DEW FRESH MEADOW

In the dew fresh meadow

I watch the dawn’s first rays

Appear to evaporate the mist

In the majesty of Autumn days

ON THE CUSP OF SPRING AND SUMMER

On the cusp of spring and summer

Hawthorn hedgerows bloom

And produce their fruity haws

Before the autumns gathering gloom