What Autumn Brings

Sun dried landscapes of yesterday’s summer quickly turn
Into party season riot. Enter autumn.
Just turned eighteen and ready for celebration.
Domination of colour paints scenes of glory
cracked hopeless life shimmers deliriously
Sanguine desolation disguised as celebration.
As season’s paint pots are scattered with bold offerings
from mother natures kind hands and heart, so
Tree’s, strip-tease begin the savage garden’s story.

Fury fuelled winds chase leaves manic and wild,
hysteria’s panic runs dancing to meet a standing ovation.
Fireworks rains from trees and shrubs in multi colour showers,
and life is alive in the moment! - and briefly.. So are we.
True beauty silences you - and asks it’s true meaning.

Flowers challenge the elements weapons fighting till death
grasping for futile non existence - their essence retreats.
Death crawls lustfully over decay as insect armies collect
infect last month’s prize beauty with death’s rancid stench,
breaks down, seeps into soil enriching it with wilful neglect.
Tiny seeds burrow deep down quietly hiding in winter’s resistance
awaiting the kiss of spring in its cradled trench.
Winter wins this battle - for it always must, but not the war.

It’s the way that nature wrote the blueprint.
Cold and bleakness will cover the land,
misery in the lack of colour, absent and missed.
Oh how I await the new shoots of spring
when the autumn leaves are newborn.
Where the mere glimpse of an opening bud
shines its hope with a cleaner shade of green.
True beauty silences you - and asks it’s true meaning.