An Autumn Sequence

The dazzling Acer

Sheds its leaves with a passion

Of Autumnal fire

Transmuting green to pure gold

In the sylvan crucible

 

Like molten copper

Your luminous leaves pour down

Forged in Autumn fire

Could this be the ‘burning bush’

That fired the mind of Moses ?

 

Arboreal firework

Silver Birch drops golden rain

On last year’s leaf-mould

Now a silver skeleton

Stands bereft in golden pond

 

Gone the April green

Of new Spring leaves unfurling

Beech trunks gaunt and grey

Yellow gold and chocolate brown

The leaves that now are falling

 

The smell of Autumn

Damp decay but somehow fresh

Moldering leaves new earth

Grey green lichened twigs snapping

Beech mast crackling underfoot

 

Mike Jones

 

 

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