The Curtain Falls

 

A dull twilight atmosphere of greyness prevails

Suspended between night and day

Winds gently buffet the branches of failing leaves

As a perpetual drizzle saturates the sodden earth

It is time to sleep, to rest as even autumn is now spent

Fading green leaves with red and yellow edges about to fall

As if flags are lowered at half mast

A chill which finds its home in the marrow of our bones

As those who skip through brown murky puddles

A soporific siren beckons all to sleep

Inertia has arrived in her horse drawn carriage

Black plumes do a solemnity announce

Death as the plague of season echoes

Through towns and valleys

Hovering above rivers and lakes

A shroud of silver mist arrives to show respect

Church bells are muffled in sorrow

A sombre scene sets the score

For the duration of the fall and beyond

before we again wake to a glorious morn