Fireworks whistle past our ears,
lighting up the dark night
as sky-flowers, laden with stars,
blossom above the bonfire
in sparkling petals of starlight.
While hearts burst with joy,
November sets off with a bang
yet quickly fizzles in a flash.
In wild explosions of fiery colour
that fans our inner flame,
October’s woods are turning
into towering bonfires,
ablaze with free-falling fruit.
As leaves flutter and fall
we run around like children,
trying to catch them in mid-air.
As the last summer rose scatters,
the warm autumn breeze
tastes of apple and blackberry pie,
bounty from the Great Mother
who has given Her body willingly.
Drunken bees cling
to over-ripe, succulent pears,
feasting as the gathering begins.
Wearing summer’s golden crown
the month of August arrives
like a struck match,
burning quickly as we enter
the dog days of summer.
Wild fires lay waste the land
as the scorching sun
burns the gasping fields.