River in shadow, twisting through banks ablaze
With the russets and reds, ambers and apricots
Wealth of nature, invested in gold,
Dropping to earth.
Autumn light and low sun reflecting in water
A landscape of stillness and quiet moments before
Winter storms and cold freezing skies strip
The branches bare.
Creation in temperate lands at its
Most magical,
Most colourful,
Most glowing
In glory at its death.
Poem and photo copyright Englepip©
Blown into a deep gateway
Jewels of leaf fall
With gold: preceding winter.
Haiku and photo copyright Englepip ©
The winter leaves flutter in the wind
Pulling away from their captive branch,
Trying to break free:
Like trapped birds
Beating their wings at the cage bars,
Seeking new life in the freedom of flight.
Slave to the tree;
Or to you and me.
Poem and photo copyright Englepip©
A sudden chill
And Autumn turns to winter
Overnight.
Leaves that have clung
Through Autumn gales
Now frozen on each bough
Cling tentatively
Before succumbing to the chill
And falling one by one
By one.
The freezing fog lies
Long into the day,
Mist throughout the
Forest rests
On bracken fronds beneath
Turning them ice-white frosty.
It is as though time has stopped
And nature has withdrawn
To think about its future,
Giving the world
A much needed
Breathing space.
Poem and photo copyright Englepip©
Photographic images by Englepip Copyright ©
At first the Autumn creeps almost unseen
As leaves become duller, a little less green
Then suddenly out of the sky come the winds
First breezy, then blowy and then in a spin
That whirls and screeches and roars through the night
Bringing rain pellets from a huge height
‘Til, like stones, they drop on the waning flowers
And tumble the blossoms down with their might.
But the sun comes out and all is fair
Yet there’s a new coolness in the air.
Next the leaves change to a beautiful hue
Traffic light colours in the park to view
The squirrels run jumping canopy high
Gathering nuts – they know winter is nigh,
While down on the ground the hedgehogs are seeking
A sheltered bed for their long, winter sleeping.
And then we awake to the first full frost
The puddles are glassy, the flowers are lost.
And overnight the trees are made bare
The ground like a stone and the daylight has gone
The temperature plummets to minus figures
And the full force of Arctic winds is bitter
For Autumn has ended, and winter has hit us.
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