The mist hovers thick and hazy,
Lazy to unveil the day.
It delays the rays of the golden sun,
While dreams and nightmares drift away.
And Summer wanders into Autumn,
Like a cool and colour filled tide;
And the sunshine glows on the bridge
And comes out the other side.
When I was a boy, we had nature tables,
Conkers, acorns and things we brought.
The teacher's handwriting was nice and neat,
Labelling the lessons the trees taught.
And the trees have the amber sun elaborating
The rough textures of their contoured bark.
And lovers walk through the crisp colours
To cuddle on the bench in the park.
This is Autumn in all its glory,
Colours of scarves and leaves,
A new season and a different story
Of the wind and all it weaves.
Lazy to unveil the day.
It delays the rays of the golden sun,
While dreams and nightmares drift away.
And Summer wanders into Autumn,
Like a cool and colour filled tide;
And the sunshine glows on the bridge
And comes out the other side.
When I was a boy, we had nature tables,
Conkers, acorns and things we brought.
The teacher's handwriting was nice and neat,
Labelling the lessons the trees taught.
And the trees have the amber sun elaborating
The rough textures of their contoured bark.
And lovers walk through the crisp colours
To cuddle on the bench in the park.
This is Autumn in all its glory,
Colours of scarves and leaves,
A new season and a different story
Of the wind and all it weaves.