Autumn Thoughts Poem by Martin Moore

AUTUMN THOUGHTS

The knotted branch of reason sheds its leaves
Creating lifeless coppered matting
Under childrens wellingtoned feet
Fields of golden crops and hedgerows green
Expose their hidden souls
Beneath the metal blades of loud machines
The endless summer rains on gravel drive
Leave constant puddles in their wake
As lunar landscapes in a rural setting thrive
The trees cry leaf tears on the road
Discarding summer coats
Ironically preparing for the winter cold
The final summer bounty falls to ground
Gathered feverishly and stored
For leaner times when winter comes around
The never ending quest for knowledge yearned
School gates open once again to all
Those saddened faces stroll to learn
As yet another sodden summer turns to fall.