These days are Autumn

O the green grass withers outside the light
As Winter's arm reaches and turns plight
Yet those left in the cooling rays
Fight frost all the waning Autumn days

Rain falls heavy as the cold sinks in
Soon snow will gather on the ambling wind
This white reflects light and dark seems less dark
Still the landscape is by no means less stark

These days are Autumn and growing weak
And the Sun a bed for slumber seeks
Just as the grass that makes the lawn
Patiently must wait for Spring to dawn

So must leaves fallen wait to be reborn

By Pete Scopes