Autumn mists & mellow fruitfulness

The sun paints the last of the green,

before the musk sets the scene.

 

And wraps will snug deep

among the chasing feet.

 

Time to squirrel away

kept for another day.

 

Memories made and journeys taken

but some relationships forsaken.

 

Hoarfrost comes and claps its hands

showering crystals in its pans.

 

Where diamonds run around the dirt

and cause a line on the forest skirt.

 

A feral runs through grubber's bore

and mixes up the winter's store.

 

Be ready then for the season's shroud

to make the senses shout out loud.

 

Against the rack of skins unfold

the tales and stories of old.

 

Let it rest among the dross

there's much to make the dreamer's loss.