autumn – C & K

Between Pages

the leaves of Autumn
to hover over the death
beautiful colours
picking the one that feels right
press a leaf between pages

Autumn leaves moving
into the river vortex
Losing the Autumn

Lost in the gloaming
we chant silent Vespers

waiting for the falling
Leaves of next Autumn

Sunlight dances on the butterfly leaves,
as the colours of the autumn day show.

Sunday picnics and Monet moments in love,
disappeared in the grey of the era of March.

Sunlight fades into the abstract twilight,
as we share our last wine bottle so slowly.

Winter tells the Woods, “The time has come for you to leave Autumn behind.”

The Woods hear Winter, yet Autumn still calls from far away.

The trees understand Autumn’s end and shed their sorry leaves.

Copper leaves;
Only a few left now.

Autumn lost;
Winter found the Woods.

Deciduous trees stand;
Silent fog breathes still.

Copper leaves fall;
Trees now stand bare.

From the window stands a tree with bare branches

a Host preen and sing under the grey of the Autumn day

The Sparrows dart and dance in the cold May wind

I watch them going about their busy lives and their day

They hear the window slide; spooked, they fly away

I longed to listen and to hear the stories about their day

From outside, the tree watches me standing alone

another human taking time to watch nature in their day

We begin to slow in Autumn as the days shorten and the nights lengthen.

Salads turn to casseroles, and coffee turns to rum.

We find our cosy corner, a stack of books, and turn day after day into night.

When the rains come, we wear our favourite socks; we slow down.

Without a fuss, Autumn arrives
I feel a subtle change
I notice the softening
I wait for a year older
The moss will come for me soon

A mixed-up season
grey rain, and then scorching heat
Yet I long for Fall