Autumn Dies In Many Colours

The cold creeps in like a sleeking ghost
as winter begins to call
autumn dies in many colours
as from trees leaves fall.
The chilled nights are helped
by Jack Frost’s willing hands.
Darkness seeps in early
to shorten our wistful days.
The world is full of dying embers
waiting for the new seasons call
as autumn dies in many colours
across our lawn fall
the last remnants of its leaving
before winter bids its call.


12 October 2009

mamta agarwal
changing seasons, autumnal hues, winter knocking on the door- lovely, little sad, but altogether a wistful and a mood of acceptance. Mamta

Fay Slimm
A dreamy feel to this ode David - - autumnal indeed.

Prince Obed de la CRUZ
nice rhyming... it reminds me of poets of old which i admire... i like your arrangement of words!

john o'connell
a nice write with a lovely rhythm.

carol
lovely verses david