Autumn

Our time of year

Mornings of my childhood grey
The time has come, to meet the new school day...
With sweaters warm and freezing hands
Out by the bus stop air is fanned by passing cars...
And there I stand

Morning's clouds have passed away
The room is bright, but indoors we must stay...
With books and papers at our desks
Our thoughts are lying in the pale autumn sun...
We need a rest

Afternoons are summer warm
But home from school, with books across my arm...
A list of homework in my hand
Beside the table spread with papers, books and pen
Again I stand

But morning's clouds have passed away...

Ceridwen, written 1981

Golden sun-tinged air with whispy hues of cool
Dappled walks of shadow, bundled kids to school
Morning healthy chill with breezy evening walks
Hibernation thoughts and giggled fire talks
Apples, corncobs, pumpkins, scarecrows on a pole
Costume, make-up, goblins, yearly candy dole
Quick, prepare for winter, liesure afternoons
Come, October Golden, come October soon!

Ceridwen, 1984

Snapping twigs
crackling leaves
Crispy winds
and roaring seas

Orange moon sets o'er the ocean
Orange pumpkin on my sill

Rustling trees
pattering rain
Pearly dew
a cat's sad strains

Orange leaves that fill my yard
Orange sunsets o'er the hill

Slurping boots
glossy streets
Dark grey clouds
icy sleet

Orange fire, white-hot heat
Orange candy, children's thrill

Popping corn
Poppin' Pie
Hallowe'en
and witches' cries

Orange hunters flock the woods
Orange sunrise peaceful still

(I'll sure be glad when Spring is here
It's such a pastel time of year!)

Ceridwen and Cheryl, 1981

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