Autumn Splendour
Go love your rainbow falling from trees
Your spectral forests stripped of leaves
Stark branches fingering the sun's eye
The little deciduous garden waiting to die, and dappled ground appalled
I will praise the days of fainting breeze
The hurricanes swallowed by the fog, my shack at ease
I will praise the days of sea's white gnashing
At the gull swirling above the perilous fish
And the children tumulting in larval greed of freedom
As they come home from school. For dappled days, praise!
Autumn Splendour by David Smalling
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