Fall into autumn,
Descend with English oak leaves as they bow to conifer neighbours,
Tangle yourself in the knotted hazel hanging on to avoid its premature shed.
Dance with the spinning sycamores,
Twirl with the autumn debris,
Tap dance around horse chestnut’s treasures.
Fly with the gathering geese ready to venture south,
Glide amongst their hopeful proposals for new escapades,
Pulling the migrating summer sky with them as they fly.
Paint with autumn’s pallet of russet flank and crimson blush,
Walk on the carpet of carmine and gilded hue,
Shading the landscape on nature’s pallet.
Slumber with the sunset,
As autumn closes its velvet curtain on the long summer days.
Calling evening sunset on the year.
