A U T U M N F E E L I N G S
Framed resplendently against the backdrop of a chilled and greying sky
Stands a strong and sturdy oak tree, beautiful
Yet shuddering defiantly the bleak raw wind that blows around its mighty form
As Autumn casts its magic spell, the branches flutter
Holding on tentatively to those reaching arms is a myriad of brightly coloured jewels
And while the strong boughs tremble in a very noble fashion
A wondrous shower of these golden gems
Are liberated gently from their Summer perches
With a hushed ending to sunnier months long gone
A riotous cluster of varying shades are spilt from the once green hues
Welcoming the pre-ordained arrival of colder months
Our mood and joyous smiles broaden as we spy a tiny grey squirrel
Foraging speedily in the undergrowth lay deeply beneath our feet
He is oblivious to our silent presence as he continues searching
For the tasty nuggets required for his provisions till next year
We tug at our flapping coat collars and button them firmly in place
Then draw each other closer
So close that even the wind, in its blustering fashion
Cannot separate our warmth of feelings
Every few steps of our stroll finds a new vision to stop and stare
In awe of Nature's Mother