The Autumn Blanket Poem by Daleen Enslinstrydom

When the irises bloom in their colourful array
I do always think of you as you do love those flowers
and when the swallows gather,
preparing themselves to go home on the long journey
I do know that autumn has arrived
when the wild cosmos bloom
I know that even in our autumn years
you will always be mine

and like the autumn-blanket
that covers the whole country
and toils with everything
as if it sends out pixies and fairies
to colour all the leaves
everywhere things in life are changing
leaves are scattered and blown along in the wind

and the last roses of the season bloom
as if they are dedicated only to you,
as if they want to linger in your memory
and want to capture the last beauty of summer.

The colourful leaves are like memories
that we want to rake together
as not to be forgotten in oblivion
while we do try to turn back time.

The orchard is full of red-cheeked apples
and it's clear that autumn has arrived
in all her splendour
and I know that we will always be together
even when the winter death sets in.