October 15, 2008
Autumn has arrived. Yesterday the sun was shining and it was quite warm. Today it is raining and it has cooled considerably. The weather forecast has the temperature going steadily downwards. The leaves are dropping in droves and soon we will be looking at naked branches. It reminded me of this little poem I wrote a year or two ago about the autumns of my memories.
AUTUMN IS A MELANCHOLY TIME
Autumn is a melancholy time
a time of yellowing and falling
leaves. A time of beauty and
Of man and beast preparing to face
winter, the harshest season of all.
The season of silence and introspection
a season to dwell on deep thoughts,
a time to foster friendships deep.
It’s cold and wet
and stinking nasty.
My feet are cold, my nose is
running faster than my car which
has a frozen radiator.
Ice has formed on all my trees,
and loud snaps threaten me with
the sounds of timber as they
fall and bring my garage to the ground.
Yet it is a serene season,
a season to reflect on all the
good things of nature.
Yeah, right again!