Creeping season

Slowly, quietly the days creep forward

The nights darken with ever faster depth

What were skies of varying shades

Suddenly deepest navy or ink black

That nothing can penetrate.

The chill in the air passing through sunshine

As everyone remarks on Autumn’s arrival

Pulling a coat about them for warmth

The fire set to warm their bones

As they wonder if it’s too soon, just yet.

Walking they see the leaves a justification

As greens have scattered to jewels

Rubies among the rubbish the child kicks

Playing in a park where everything crackles

And the only thing growing are toadstools.

The luscious promises that autumn gives

A whisper of leaves on breezes

The words called down since forever

Saying that everything will begin again

If we but only wait patiently.

Ailsa

©AilsaCawleyPoetry2022

Written for @Paul Brookes Autumn poetry challenge

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