What spectacular displays
As leaves begin to crisp and turn
Sun-scorched they crinkle up and burn.
Each day the sunlight becomes less
The wind gets up, engenders stress
Boughs creak and falter; it's a fight
Not all leaves can hold on tight.
Flocks of birds are on the wing
They sense the change, a built-in spring
Compelled by nature to depart
South to Africa's warm heart.
Humans have to bear the brunt
Of cooler autumn; roams the hunt
In dappled forests – so beware
Death and Beauty make a pair!
(c) Poet in the woods 2014
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