Red And Gold Poem by Nicola Kelly

Red and gold

The days are becoming shorter.
As the darker nights grow near,
Sign of a change of season,
That Autumn time is here.

For warmer isles birds take flight,
In retreat from the colder climes,
A fresh cooler breeze sets in,
Tis a sign of autumnal times.

A patchwork quilt of colours scattered,
Many shades of red and gold,
As all get ready to hibernate,
In preparation for the Winter cold.

As I stroll through the park,
Surrounded by trees proud and tall,
With rustling and crackling under foot,
Of leaves as they do fall.

In the sky I can see a,
Collage of purple begins to appear,
A beautiful view to behold of,
The dusk so bright and clear.

Autumn isn't just prequel to Winter,
But a splendour of  colouration,
As trees and plants return to earth,
To continue the cycle of regeneration.