The Fall

 

Dew lies happily on fog kissed grass As the sun fans midnight’s azure skies A golden hue and awakes the day The trees are still proud in their half worn Summer coats but Jack is coming Tickling roots where they burrow In forgotten fields, rabbits and mice Find new life and prepare for young as Birds of a feather flock together and fly Far, far away from frost bitten nights And nests of icicle sticks and snowflake beds Spring’s fawn now dons the bud of adulthood And all too soon this innocence will be challenged By man’s need to prove dominance and skill