The Summer has Done

As sunlight creeps through branches to the earth,
And leaves begin to clothe the ground in gold,
Where seedlings hide until their springtime birth,
A new beginning from a tree that's old.

Around each twisted pathway through the glen,
The mushroom heads are visible in morning light,
And there the fairies dance in leaves again,
As morning dew appears like jewels - bright.

As cobwebs hang on fallen leaves that scatter,
And glisten hung in dew like morning glory,
The nature of the spectacle will matter,
To those who seek to share in nature's story.

Gold upon red, and autumn colors wonder,
We bask in color, now the summer's done,
And cast our cares and dreams and hopes asunder,
When a golden leaf is caught by autumn sun

by Rachelle de Bretagne