A Song For Autumn.

 

There’s a wildness abounding in Autumn,

Not found in the burgeoning spring,

The colours are richer and rounded,

The wind has a new song to sing.

 

It’s as though life was seeking redemption,

For the pleasures enjoyed in the past,

Coming home from the longest of journeys,

To some rest and contentment at last.

 

I suppose life’s reflected by seasons,

As a child is the dayspring of years,

Fulfilling and finding potential,

Full living the joys and the tears.

 

The freedom we had in our childhood,

Where constraints were not shackles to bear,

When we lived every day for tomorrow,

With our limits just what we might dare.

 

But that must be brought to an ending,

By schooling and ambitions stain,

The trials of love and of longing,

The passions that always remain.

 

We work ‘and for what’ just succeeding,

Whatever succeeding might be,

We’re climbing the corporate ladder,

But we’ve lost the campaign to be free.

 

So warring with every good reason. 

We war with our family and friends,

We break with the sense of belonging,

With no chance of making amends.

 

The summer seems good as we live it,

And we bask in its warmth and its glow,

And we think you have all of the knowing.

But the truth is we’ve nowhere to go.

 

And then we are deep in our Autumn,

With our winter not ages away,

And we can’t turn the clock back ‘its broken’,

And we’re in the last act of our play.

 

But an Autumn has soft compensations,

As the mists cover all that we own,

And its fruitfulness calls us to gather,

From the harvest our living has grown.

 

Be gold likes the leaves, grasp their glory,

Though we’re transient shine to the end,

Our Autumn is natures last blessing,

Giving time for our spirits to mend.