An autumn poem

In autumn we see the leaves fall

Falling slowly like treacle onto pastry

Making bare the trees standing tall

And shows a pallette for all to see


In autumn colours line the world

Gold, orange and brown everywhere

Wind passing the colours up with a twirl

Gently asunder the stars of brown tear


Monsters show themselves at every door

A long misunderstood festival of memory

As grinning orange faces cover the paved floor

We see strange ideas in visions , scary plays so gory


The red covers some of the ground and the branches

As we pick the fruits of the yearly labour of nature

Amidst the darkening nights where we like to take chances

The crop gives the benefit of another years tenure


We feel the chills coming, like shadows creeping

Beyond the colours, half of the world is cooling

Into our dreams the future constantly is seeping

Telling us to not be scared, happiness is coming