Words For Autumn Poem by Paul Reed

Spy the coming winter, our overlord,
Brewing up his glorious discord
Of frosted edges and numbing toes
Stood limply next to the bloomless rose;

For low suns are burning the blinds,
Scorching holes in our shadowed minds,
Leaves no longer a strident green,
Haloed in a golden sheen;

And, like our hopes, falling to the ground
Under autumn's wings, without a sound,
Or is that just memories gathered there?
Under the trees, so stark and bare;

Out of tune with summer's mellow chime,
Our roots must stand the test of time,
Persist and develop out of sight,
Keep on growing through the night;

Bring us the harshness of the seasons,
For a thousand different reasons,
We are alive and feel the sun
And there is so much more still to be done.