Autumn came

I thought I didn’t want summer to end, 

Until it crept back in again.

Then I longed for the crispness and light

Of autumn time, it was so bright 

With its crinkling leaves and browning hue,

And fluffy clouds hanging in the sky.

I wondered how the caterpillar might know when

it should transform into a butterfly?

Or the deciduous trees, are they told too 

When to let go of their summer leaves?

Perhaps there’s a whisper that now is the time.

Maybe there’s a spark, a certain sign.

Whatever it is it, it forgot to tell summer this year

Or perhaps summer held on

Rebelled, didn’t want to let go, savouring its moment,

One final show.

Is this what we do. Hold on, let go, hold on again,

Don’t know, wide open space. 

It’s time now though, for the change that comes

When summer lets go of the sun.

Then the earth can breathe her sigh of relief 

And settle into her deepest sleep,

And all around will follow her lead as if the magic

of rest has been cast, twinkling, over the fields

Will we rest too when autumn comes, shut down,

Close in, restore ourselves?

This morning light talks of autumn again, there’s

No going back now, we must let go into it.