A Stroll Through Autumn Poem by Mai Murphy Venn

A Stroll through Autumn



Into the late Autumn, I stroll quite and slow,

Weary, I wonder at what I see as I go,

On my left flows the barrow on its way to the sea,

On my right is the park where the children run free,

At my feet, there is a carpet, green, amber, and gold,

Fallen leaves from the trees, how the year has grown old.

On I go at no great speed but more ‘laid back',

Time to reflect, to settle down and to keep on track,

People in their cars speed by so fast, as if they don't know

That time won't stay still.It's best to go with the flow.

The hour has regressed; the day is not long,

Soon on the radio, we shall hear the first Christmas song.

The winter's almost here, it's ‘round the corner, it's nearby,

Then come uncertain weather and dark clouds rule the sky.

When all is over and the seasons change to spring,

It's time again for new life to begin and to hear the birds sing.



By Mai Murphy Venn