Autumn

"Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness"

Remembered from my days of Keats' classroom poetry.

Dare I comment in the way the masters spoke

Of how this season shows its face

And brings us to a resting place.

The fruits have used the Summer sun

To grow plump and sweet on tree and vine

Now it is time to harvest

And enjoy their fresh full flavours.

Midday can still bring strength of sun

But morn and eve are Winter's chill reminder

It is a glorious season.

The trees tired from their Summer garb

Dry out their leaves and paint them in fireglow.

Nuts swell in their pods

And seeds disperse in the wild flower fields.

Nature has come full cycle - like a pregnant woman.

Now she must seal the seeds that will bring new life in Spring