AUTUMN PLEASURE
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
It’s that time of year again
When the skies turn the colour of flame
Air changes as winter
stands behind the stage
Waiting patiently to roar with rage
But it shall have to wait
Until autumn closes its gate
The leaves dry up and blush their amber shade
As the bare branches laugh at the mess they have made
On the ink skies at night
We wrap ourselves up nice and tight
Searching for the silver light
Coming from the autonomous stars
Which twinkle so bright
The crescent moon
Removes end of summers gloom
Swinging from a cloud of threat
Full of rain, if I’m correct
The chimneys smoke
Their cinders choke
As fingers shiver
And packed away are clothes which are thinner
All warm in our cosy jumper
Ready to face another winter
But not just yet
Wait a while
You won’t regret
This autumn time
As the colours of nature
Are such a pleasure
And we can admire it
At our leisure
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