You wept bitterly in the early autumn sun.
Golden tears turned from the sky earthed.
Your glorious array of colour vibrant life
Littered away in a stray breeze released.
Grieving the splendour once a
majestic arch stands alone bereft.
Mourning life stood proud in the sun
now desolate carpet of decay.
The last goodness leaches out into the
damp soil beneath as small tendrils of mist
condense in a waning sun. Come now
see what death has become.
Out of the warm blanket of leaves,
rising toward the empty canopy which gave it life
hibernation breaks with new growth in the midst of chaos.
One life gives legacy for the other
the warm sap rises and the last sweet song
of the leaf is not her autumn colours.
As winter despair gives way to hope a
new canopy rises from the ashes of the last.
Er Cof – Brenda