Category: Serious

November drifts in with a sigh,

While leaves do their dance and then die.

The bonfires gleam,

Like sparks in a dream,

As winter gives autumn a try.

The mornings grow misty and chill,

The evenings drift softly and still.

The firelight glows,

As autumn bestows

Its quiet, enchanting goodwill.

A leaf took a leap from a tree,

with delight: “At last, I am free!”

It twirled with delight,

In gold autumn light,

Joining in the wind’s symphony.

A witch on her broom took to flight,

Through thunder and terrible light,

She cackled with glee,

O’er the dark, haunted sea,

Then vanished deep into the night.

Bent like crowbars are the sails,

Suffering through winds and gales,

They battle through foam,

So far from home,

Crossing the horizon as daylight pales.

The chill in the air is foreboding,

The fields lose their green overflowing.

The year takes its bow,

’Neath frost’s gentle vow,

As warmth through the dusk starts eroding.

We’re warm inside by the fire,

As the winds outside rise higher.

The storm softly moans,

Through the chimney stones,

While the night folds the world to retire.

I trampled on leaves so brown,

As daylight began to drown.

Each rustle beneath,

Was time’s softest wreath,

On the path where the year slows down.

The Great Western train advances,

Through fields where the sunlight dances.

It rumbles with pride,

As the hills slip aside,

And the world through the window entrances.