the autumn call by fiona cummings

THE AUTUMN CALL

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

The golden rain falls

As the autumn calls

The nights are now nipping

On wet leaves footsteps are gripping

The sun is silver now in the autumnal sky

Our summer has said   goodbye

    I ask myself why?

Darkness like a heavy blanket

Stolen sunsets by a bandit

Like a useful gambit

Bowing branches bare and brittle

Air so thin wind like a whistle

Sounds so silent played like the fiddle

Summer still streams now have a ripple

The gentle breaze blows just a little

Autumn colours

End of the line flowers

Peering through windows

Flames orange and yellows

Old stone hearths

Frame the amber flame

Wrap in our scarf

This is a rehearsal for winter

Where ice will cut like a splinter

But this is a season

So let me reason

At least we will have after winter

Spring then summer

What a world we would live in

If all year was the same

Where the wind was so tame

And we would pray for rain

Or our land would be covered in snow

And nothing would grow

So on this autumn day

Just let me say

Think of those souls

Who have gone away

And live on our streets

In all kinds of seasons

Where their hearts are hurt

And insides are bleeding

We have a choice to be hot or cold

 their pain is so bold

It’s written on their face

No satin or lace

Or warm covers by night

For all they have is the swinging street light

We make our homes cosy

Cheeks all rosy

After an early evening walk

Among crispy leaves beneath our feet

I won’t complain about it getting cooler

As I have a choice

So when I hear that voice

Of the autumn calling

I will rejoice

And catch those leaves falling

 

Copyright Fiona Cummings 2015