A set of photos from an early autumn walk at Wandlebury Country Park
|A single, suspended autumn leaf|
Harbingers of Frost by Robert T. Weston
Autumn, we know,
Is life en route to death.
The asters are but harbingers of
The trees, flaunting their colours at
In other times will follow where
the leaves have fallen,
And so shall we.
Yet other lives will come.
So may we know, accept, embrace,
The mystery of life we hold a
Nor mourn that it outgrows each
separate self, but still rejoice
that we may have our day.
Lift high our colours to the sky!
In our time, fresh glory to the