Season’s leaves now brown and blown
Insects retreating from wind’s cold embrace

Autumn stretches, reaches into nooks
Touching questing noses wishing warmer place

Plip-plop, plip-plop of sky-chilled raindrops
Encourage hurried walks and blow upon uncovered face

Sun shines bravely, a reminder of summer growth
Gardens’ offering now gathered, leaves and yard tended

Rest, rest and breath in deeply
A pause as the year is soon to be ended

Contemplation upon this year’s past
Looking forward, awaiting… Time briefly suspended.

Charlotte-Anne Allen