Splendour

                                            She's coming!
                            

                                           Autumn's coming, she's on her way
                                           Changing colours every day.
                                           The myriad greens are now replaced
                                           In reds and golds with yellow laced.
                                           She steals fleet winged across the land
                                           Exploding colour, as she's planned
                                           To change the world to Autumn's sheen.
                                           A wondrous sight for us to glean
                                           To garner in for dark still days
                                           To fill our mind with Nature's ways.
                                           When lying in contemplative thrall
                                           In a blink of an eye we can recall
                                           And bring the Autumn colour to mind
                                           To delight again the inward eye.