Autumn Trees

Autumn Trees

 

 

Jets of red and flutters of gold

Fall from the tree tops so tired and old

 

Gnarled twisted branches with jig sawed bark

children laughter, as they run through the park

 

Mountains of amber, piled at their feet

Some tall and the mighty, some stark and bleak

 

Home for the magpie, a squirrels playground

Rustling and shushing, how soothing  the sound

 

Thick trunks of ancient with hollow to hide

Lean on and read, be still your mind

 

Blazing October, all furious it glows

A palette of autumn, a sight we all know

 

Sit on a bench let it shade you with brown

Let if drape over like an empresses gown.

 

Jewels lit by sunlight on branches of rust

Let Autumn full fill you with the colours of lust.