Autumn's song

These trees, with leaves falling like
Amber lanterns, sway to the rhythm
Of this seasons dictate.
Captures my imagination
And paints a green canvas
With an autumnal bloom.
Crunching like cornflakes
Under my feet.

She whispers softly here meaning
And I am all too well versed as to her evening song,
As she extinguishes the sheaves from
Summers that have all too soon gone.

I too have known the predictable enchantment of her
Glory, being accustom to all she knows.
Her cooling breath blowing her leaves
Dead and golden dancing hand in hand
Around the foot of living oak trees.

Gold, sepia, orange, yellow and crimson are her moods,
Suggesting a vibrant life to come,
She is duplicitous though, as her true aim is decay
As she calls to winter’s death sleep in her wake.

I too dream dreams of her charms
When barren winter lies buried deep within my arms
Cradling the thoughts I have
Of transforming change, from glory to death
Like lives of those we’ve loved and lost
Burning like meteors for a season
Then falling to this earth.
While she evaporates like sun drenched rain
Into the spiritual universe
And the mind of God.

My years now resemble her changing face
As I become accustom to wrinkles on my brow
Crow’s feet, nocturnal sleep and more thought than activity.
As I contemplate my moods
I welcome her like a child that has grown
And changed without awareness
And consider were those wonderful years have gone.

The span of her few months
Tell a story written on the skies
By migrating birds
And billowing clouds,
All grey and ashen
Like the blanket of haze protecting my mind
From the reality that she will visit me again
In months to come.

But for all her faults, I look forward to our re-unite
As I remember how beautiful she was
And how she embraced her moment
As passionately as my mother used to embrace me
When she was still in full bloom