Autumn leaves

Autumn leaves are falling

Soft, golden and brown

The sun lends them a glowing hue

As they slide down to the ground.

The woods, they say, are deep

And dark and lovely too

But there’s still a promise of sunshine

As the sun has not yet bid adieu.

The trees stripped bare of leaves

Stand sentimentally aloof

They regret and they resent

The seasonal loss of their roof

The river gurgles and babbles

As it narrows into a brook

It gently laughs at a rabbit

Snuggled cosily in a nook.

The music of the river

And of distant church bells

Mingled harmoniously together

Cast a hypnotic spell

The drops of water sparkle

In the light of the dying sun

They transform to a golden river

The like of which was seen by none

The rocks gleam with hidden gems

Which wink with a luminous glow

At a creature with eyes as lovely –

A sparklingly clear-eyed doe.

The forest is quiet as it beholds

For the umpteenth time such a scene

Whilst the nature-fairy blesses the place

Having come in lieu of her queen.

The autumn leaves rustle

As they softly downwards fall

They are both green and golden

And they form a bed on the knoll

Bringing a peace to the mind

And a warmth to the heart that’s rare

The leaves then depart to the soil

Promising to return from their lair.

And though they are but autumn leaves

They spread the gaiety of spring

As they like the lovely beauty queen

Much beauty and content do bring.