My autumns splendour

There's something about

liquid gold shading slated seats

where claret and scarlet

line the bank of a sea of glass

and water fowl dip and quiver

between ochre and yellow threads

and a haunting mist crawling to bed

There's something about

the mirth of a playful wind 

a maverick leaf held in a spin

Plump arms outstretched - vying for the prize

And skittles of little falling into a heap

hindered by over zealous dress sense

How does one describe .......

the chill that caused me

to hug my collar closer to my neck

The time taken to choose which silly hat to wear

The hush that beckons to slumber

and others to awake

The swell of my musing heart

when the child revealed; unabashed

wades through a crispy hue

and swings off a naked branch

And when daylights blush gives way to dusk

when steam from gutters rise to the grey

When I walk to the  beat of the hour man

and a freight train runs through my head

Her soothe as no other

moves through my bleak textile

to soften the crude of my edges and 

the scowl of my heavy brow

There's no clanging of cymbals 

no ringing of bell

Her majesty comes silently;  sweeping

The haze of summer is gone

beneath my feet

the promise of new

This my autumns splendour .....

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