Somewhat late into Autumn now, but a reminder of this beautiful season in a couple of verses. My favourite time of year; especially glorious this year.
Bleary-eyed blueness nudges through;
Teases away October haze.
Gently dries sparkles of dew,
Pin-points spun-webs' silken maze.
Replaces fog duveting the land,
Reluctant to let it go, as if disturbed
In sleep, to let it yield.
Trees, shiver down their leaves;
Tumbling acrobats, from hued display
In colours magical, they weave;
Cascading from each trembling branch:
Their welcome now outstayed;
And rest in littered earthy mass:
No memory now of where they played.
written by Cathy, November 22, 2010