Autumnal Opera

Throughout the November days
An annual autumnal opera plays
It is party time for all our senses
Stop, look and listen for yourself

Hear the voices of the dawn chorus
Singing myths and legends of old
As their avian friends travel south
Flying for weeks just to reach home

Every morning grass shiver in cold
Setting all dew drop bells ringing
A warning to all nature to prepare
Hibernation time is coming soon

Meanwhile the twisting pathways
Are covered in reds and oranges
Lying as the tears of the forests
Remembering those now gone

Triggering human hunting season
In shops and on webs food and gifts
And cut down trees to decorate
With bright lights and coloured balls

I watch and listen from my window
With my teapot, notebook and pen
My spirit of an old soul dreams on
But my childish eyes in awe awakens

© Fi S. J. Brown

An Earthly Balance

In the month of October the leaves change themselves into many colours
And all round my neighbourhood from branches they soon drop like tears
As sadly I look to the distance hills that seem to grow further away by day
Obscured by the ever growing houses and cars replacing crops in the fields

One day it felt like ten thousand leaves fell about by my head as I pondered
With a mist descending with a quickening pace Photoshopping out the hills
And a gentle breeze was replaced by an angry gust of Mother Nature’s rage
Even the birds seemed frightened of her so kept their songs to muted grey

My eyes wandered left and right as watched the destruction she caused
But my thoughts were elsewhere lost in thought of those now forever gone
A father, a friend and a great uncle too all now stars in the evening skies
Even the chaos she caused would not change the internal mess I now felt

In this constantly changing world the view from my window now tarnished
Emptiness replaced where the leaves had once sat among the song birds
But like the soldiers of Flanders Field now lying on the ground in blood red
Humans and Mother Nature fighting to keep control that each feel their own

Too many have swapped the colourful life for that of autotuned human grey
Follow blindly like a sheep that can be manipulated into doing another’s work
But now many are awakening to this each dawn with their swords ready
And on Mother Nature’s side they will fight to keep this world in balance

In the month of October the leaves change colour but life on Earth carries on
And the armies evergreen trees protect us from Jack Frost’s chilling laugh
Humans are only one of the characters in this play not the star and director
So let us let take a back seat and enjoy the show with the others not alone.

© Fi S. J. Brown