Then leaving Summer’s sandy shores
Now beckoned by the breeze
We donned our jumpers, hats and boots
And entered Autumn’s eaves.
Into the whisper, rustle and crunch
Adjusting to the cold
Watched age and sunsets run like fire
And light the world in gold.
No bonfire night or fireworks
Could near compare to this
We know not how, but we are here
Where, crowning all our hopes and fears
The victory wreath of nature’s year
Reminds us of our bliss.
When in the dusk we turn our feet
And wade through fallen leaves
And wrap our dreams in winter coats
Remember Autumn’s eaves.
Ben David Trigg 