Seasons Are Celebrated In This Poem About Autumn Poem by Reginald Reid

AUTUMN MORNING
Serene clouds stir in the valley's misty dawn
bathed in curling fog and breeze
while silently from slumbering valleys
their tendrils wispily trace the deep green gullies
to launch from glistening hills into the blue grey sky.

Sunlight struggles through the gossamer curtain
creating rainbow shades above the fields
while bird calls echo in the stillness
and return to their sender their mate's reply
as in the flock they gather flying by.

You sleep with shallow breaths of innocence
Your body barely moves snug in the warmth
and I wonder what your dreams would tell
stories of joy and satisfaction or of hell
but they are not memories nor ring a bell.

The day is all alive and new beginnings are afoot
not time now for old cold ashes and burnt out soot.
What is the news we need to know?
Is there some place we need to go? we must not waste the day
make haste for time fast slips away.

Soon winter chill will freeze us all
It may rain or snow might fall
the green of grass and colour of flowers
will only last just for a few more hours
despite the rain and milky sun.

This is when leaves fall down, an Autumn morn
when seeds and nuts are born
when pace slows silently and wool is warm
when the fire breaths slumber.
Warm days, cool nights, without number.