Today brings unexpected blue skies.
The sun, low in the autumn heavens,
Reflects off the tall oaks and stately ashes,
Resplendent in their golden autumn hues.
Hornbeam holds its own with maple and sycamore,
Bidding us enjoy this feast of colour.
Chestnut and willow vie with the alder
For the outpouring of inspired delight.
Have I ever seen them as beautiful?
There must be days of equal splendour
I’ve missed, mind numbed with a busy life’s myriad banal
Ever tedious deliberations.
Individual leaves, intricately patterned,
Teach us the miracle of nature and its complex,
Never-to-be-repeated beauty – colourful,
Yet transient as snowflakes.
Hedges and woods have changed to a glorious gold
With red tints to highlight their autumn beauty.
Yet older oaks still cling stubbornly
To now drab browns and greens –
Elderly killjoys clad in workaday clothes,
Determined to spoil the youngsters pre-winter fun.
No, our spite shouldn’t blight the queens
Of our lustrous blue and green world!
The glory of the trees outshines the skills
Of even the most artful lyric poetry.
Gaze into their glorious canopy; wonder at Nature.
Marvel at her incomparable beauty.
Bean, 26 October 2015