Autumn

Summer over, harvest begins the Sun is growing weak,
We gather berries from hedgerows, a bird takes one in his beak,
All life on earth is thankful for the harvest they have found,
Autumn produce, pumpkins, wheat, apples strewn on the ground.

A chill in the air as the Wheel turns on it's way to winter's blast,
Squirrels snatching up acorns and nuts, the shells aside to cast,
Leaves are turning autumn gold and red amongst the green,
Isn't that just the most beautiful sight that you have ever seen?

The watery sunlight picks out the colour of every golden leaf
As it gently flutters from the tree and onto the ground beneath,
Leaving a carpet of fresh autumn hues for us to walk upon,
Make the most of this beautiful time for it soon, again will be gone.

Rains come, winds blow stirring the leaves from the ground,
Lifting them up, sprinkling them, stirring them round and round,
Walk on the carpet, take in the wonder, smell the scent of wood,
Dance in the rain, rejoice in the scene. If you never did, you should.

For now is the time of abundance unfolding from stems of Spring,
Now is the time the Wheel will turn and bring sleep to everything,
So, praise the universal powers who gave this awesome sight
Of Autumn colour, so vivid, preceding their blanket of white.