Autumn Calling

Autumn Calling

Let the leaves lie
They’ll depart this earth when they are bored
See that grey sky
It’s nature sharpening its winter sword

The eerie quiet
Interrupted by a crow
Floating in the swishing
Semi naked tree

Autumn calling
Things are falling
As grass slows itself to watch
Small parachutes land at its feet

The wind has been freed from its chains
To roam and wrestle at will
The colours all change when it rains
And birds seem to know their drill

Cornfields shaved
Cows amble to a gate
Night creeps in early
As the foxes wait

Autumn calling
The amber light is green for go
Autumn Calling
The last word spoken before the snow

© SJ2009