Autumnus

Spreading her cloak of red and golden leaves she comes, heralding fecundity the bounty of the good earth ready for harvest   Her cloak billows out and the trees understand mimicking her colours in the long winding down as Nature relaxes, settles preparing for bed   Bring in the gifts of God to His people…

Autumn, in the evening

The lamps are lit Reflecting autumnal gold Up from the sheen of the wet path It’s still raining lightly And I’m glad of my umbrella As I walk under the trees It’s cold, and getting colder And it’ll be good to be home Anticipating warm soup, thick with vegetables Fresh, crusty bread And maybe sweet…