On opening my front door this morning,
I saw the beauty of autumn calling,
jewels from heaven falling down to earth,
the season heralding the saviours birth.
As bronze tipped gold and copper snow,
softly carpets the ground below,
I wonder by chance if the wise men three,
would give a gift of golden leaves,
for a baby king to lay his head,
an autumnal quilt for the royal bed.
Soon we will leave this season of colour
and open our doors to a season of wonder.
Where children’s eyes are filled with dreams,
of Santa’s sleigh and nativity wings,
and autumn will be but a memory once more,
and the scene will be new
when I open my door.
Love Alison x