I really do enjoy the in between seasons and especially the autumn. The colours are so beautiful this time of year and my walks in nature always put me in such a mellow mood. Yesterday lunchtime’s stroll was no exception and it was particular relaxing to write the following poem.

Seasonal

I saunter down the sleepy slope

The fields are freshly ploughed

The leaves like fall’s kaleidoscope

Revered by sun and cloud

I must confess, I’m at my best

between the fiercer seasons

Angelic autumn, I’m impressed

Your calm inspires my freedom

Forget the beats of wild hot heat

No need for frozen flavours

Prefer the fancy at my feet

Of fallen gold to savour

This time of year brings warmth and hope

Those heard do not shout loud

So I shall saunter on and float

beside fields freshly ploughed