An Autumn Poem

Autumn has arrived. Let us rejoice, “the season of mellow fruitfulness” has us in its thrall. For those mellow days ahead, we turn once again from the beach and the balmy sun to the inward glow of hearth and home. Of shorter days not warm enough to stave off the onset of the encroaching winter. Of the chestnuts glowing in the brazier, a carafe of good wine warmed by the welcoming glow of a crackling fire.

Autumn is the re-discovery of the eternal truth.  Of the simple things and life lived in tune with the seasons’ cycle. Autumn and the ‘gathering swallows’ serenade us in that dance towards Easter and the kindred love of family and friends. Our last hurrah before the darkening clouds, and the tempest of Winter.

And the hope that we all get some decent rain.

Painting by David McCubbin