Autumnal Thoughts Christine Johnson
morning mists and mild frostiness.
The night rain has drenched the grass
with dewdrops which sparkle and shiver in the wind.
The cool morning sun penetrates the colourful trees,
soft yellows and deep dark browns.
The leaves whirl and swoop as the
wind scatters them along the stony paths.
Each one falling on the other like a giant kaleidoscope.
Shapes and colours twisting and
turning decorating the dry ground.
Their energy spent, they lie downtrodden and defeated.
They are dying when they seem most alive.
Shining with beauty, they patiently wait
for the wind to blow life into them once more.