The Autumn Poem by Paul Reed

So Summer has left without farewell
The daylight no more to dwell
In lazy afternoon hammock and swing
No more cut flowers indoors to bring

So now we have the Autumn's dawn
With thermal curtains firmly drawn
With hay stubble and withered sheaves
Burst bubbles and drifting leaves

What prospect awaits us, the lonely view
Of grimy mornings and frozen dew
The fight for survival in leafless wood
Forgotten glory of blossoming bud

Forgotten the blaze of midday sun
Sand castles and beach-day fun
Instead we are left beside the fire glow
With rain-spatters and chilly blow

Autumn, take this as my true word
Spoken out loud and not inferred
Take with you your red and gold
Your drab evenings and shivering cold

Give Winter too my heartfelt greeting
But tell Him also to be fleeting
Bring me Spring and and a Year that's new
With hedgerows green and bells of blue