Beyond Equinox
by Paul Anthony Kearsey

Golden leaves carpet, summer pathways.
Cobbled clouds diffuse the sun;
Days short in daylight beckon,
It seems that autumn has begun

Nature’s melody of crimson and russet,
Adorn this leafy canopy.
Squirrels gather nuts to be kept,
And once dusty dry rivers flow steadily.

Wisps of winter float coldly,
Log fires stoked for the coming frost
And harvested fruits hibernate.
As old father time’s hour is lost.

Ghostly aura and witches cackle,
Pumpkin’s light shows the way that’s true.
Brightened by a bonfires cosy crackle;
A starlit show in silver, red and blue.

Rain will shower slumbering meadows,
Crisp sunlight will glisten them green,
‘Wellie made’ tracks, accompany woollen clothes
And the first of many Christmas trees are seen.

Treasures of autumn lie scattered on crystal ground,
Childhood conkers and chestnuts, gathered in a box,
Red skies now, are only to be found,
In dreams of warmer days…beyond this equinox.