Summer moves on through to Autumn.
Long gone the Spring bloom and the blossom.
Bees buzzing, doves cooing and chicks squabbling.
Long gone the ducklings dabbling.
Gathering of the Harvest is complete.
Bales of straw gathered for the Winter, stored all neat.
Bedding, feed and animal heat.
Days grow shorter and wetter.
Nights grow longer and colder.
Green and yellow leaves fall from above.
Blown onto the ground and then around.
Ferns turn from green
To tufts of brown.
Trees and shrubs have begun to undress.
Gone their canopies to impress.
Though in the summer we have been blessed.
With the ruffle of their leaves that the winds did caress.
Slow creeping fingers of frost appear.
Making the landscape more bleak and austere.
Still bringing its own still magic and allure.
Ground slowly hardening and cooling.
Even the soils’ nutrient slowly refuelling.
Sunrises and sunsets becoming more vivid and iridescent.
The horizon kaleidoscopic and incandescent.
The landscape becomes more barren.
No longer rabbits by their warren.
Many hedgehogs start to hibernate.
Flocks of birds and geese start to migrate.
Squirrels, mice and foxes with their buried treasure.
A food source of potential Winter pleasure.
Nature moves into a quieter mode.
Life’s pace has slowed.
Plants, trees and bulbs dormant.
To protect themselves against Winter’s torment.
Allotments dug and fields turned over and composted.
Manure to be broken down as they get Winter frosted.
It’s all heading towards a time of darkness, stillness and rest.
With a possible covering duvet of pure snow.
Just to let us know.
One way or another.
Nature will always win the show.
Roger P. Read
Rio 7. Esteban.
Colon
Honduras.
14/09/2021.
