Years End

October. Songs on a summer's eve, fading away
Warmth of a watery sun, denies the probability of dank and darkening
days
Still yet to come
Gardens washed in a milky morning dew
Fading blooms, tendrils flowing over paths and lawns
In decadent splendour found
Fallen leaves, painted a burnished bronze
Burnt umber, gold, and ochre tones
Coat of many colours, spread as a mantle
Carpeting the ground

November. Dead souls of Halloween, departed now
Dark nights, blanket grey descending on a damp and foggy air
Chill early morning frosts, overcoats of icing
Cover the trees, thin-spread, crisp and bare
Man of straw, King of his castle, sits aloft on a wooden throne
Wrapped in a bonfire's blaze
Infant faces, flushed in the ruddy glow
Sparklers spin, clutched tight in eager hands
Rain clouds borne on a muggy morning air
Billowing pillows hang
In an acrid, sulphrous haze.

December. Ashes of Autumn, cold in the ground
Blasts of a winter wind, howling it's promise of icy certainty
In squawling, raw refrains
Snow flakes, drifting down through opalescent skies
Weaving webs of cotton wool white shrouds
On hills and silent lanes
Colours of Christmas, reflected bauble-bright on decorated trees
Chorus of carols, sonorous, on Yuletide's evening breeze
Church bells echoing from ancient steeples
Herald of a special time
Revellers dance, Ring-A-Rose, hands crossed in Auld Lang Syne
Pledges of hope, new resolutions, in solemn promise sworn
Spectres at a feast, ephemeral
In the light of a New Years dawn.