BENEATH THE DUSKY GREY SKY

 

Beneath the dusky grey sky

Of low scudding clouds,

The ambient air was damp

Blown in from the west

On the same storm fed wind

That chased the clouds

Across the autumn sky

IN THE DEWY AUTUMN MEADOW

 

In the dewy autumn meadow

I watch the dawn’s first rays

Beginning to evaporate the mist

In the majesty of Autumn days

WHEN WE WERE KIDS IN THE AUTUMN

When we were kids in the autumn

My brother would hide from view

Beneath a pile of fresh fallen leaves

But hey that was Russell for you

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?