Thoughts at Autumn

Thoughts at Autumn

The sky is blue with summer’s sun
The air is clean and crystal clear,
I think about the days to come
And the ending of this trying year.
Love that’s been found and then been lost,
Days full of joy and nights of pain
When sleep won’t come and the duvet’s tossed
In a tumbled pile to the floor again.

Winter’s cold and steely breath
Dims the gold of summer’s crown,
As leaves and flowers feign their death
In autumn’s shades of bronze and brown.
White snow, and clouds of black and grey,
Storms blown upon the frozen wind,
Make life on each short winter’s day
More sinned against than sinned.

Yet even on the shortest day
I know this time will soon have passed
And April first, then glorious May
Bring shades of green to life at last.
Against the scale of nature’s pulse
Our lives are just a frantic dream,
Our hopes can often play us false,
Our aspirations die unseen.

Through the cycle of the years,
The highs and lows of daily life,
We live the laughter and the tears,
And sometimes anger, pain and strife.
The New Year dawns with ice and frost,
Wind, fog and rain, dark clouds above.
The last year may be dead and lost
But this year bring new hopes of love.