No season shows just how much things can change,
but also repeat, better than Autumn -
when the leaves of the trees change colour
and then detach from the branches
they have been clinging to,
and then spiral to the ground…
no season shows the true depths
of colour and light than the season
when pumpkins are harvested for Halloween
and “trick or treaters” of all ages
collect offerings of candy
as they venture around their neighbourhood…
no season shows what nature is capable of
like the days of the months
when every type of weather
can be witnessed and people
have to expect the unexpected…
no season shows just how much
magic there is to be found around the world,
as well as in universe,
than the nights when you can look up
and witness the spectacle of an aurora,
the close proximity of a comet as it races by,
a Full Moon in the sky,
or the sight of the constellations
whose stars appear to shine
brighter than they might seem to be
at any other time of the year
for all those who are celestially fascinated…
no season shows so many of the things
we all need in this life, but which
we all might sometimes take for granted -
which is why it is always important
to be thankful for what we have in our lives
and for those who we love…
no season shows us how much we have
in common with each other,
and how much we are capable of
understanding one another,
than the season when we all find ourselves
under the umbrella of what falls upon us
and what we choose to not be afraid of,
because we have faith that after a period
of time and transition we will be ready to face
what the future holds -
and there is no season to be enthralled by everything that is going on around us
than at the time of the fall of Autumn.
Fall
My Poem “The Dance of Nature”
Seeing the fallen conkers below the tall horse-chesnut trees, watching the helicopter flight of the spinning sycamore seeds, I am always reminded of the transition of seasons taking place, and just how breathtaking and beautiful nature is, always has been, and always will be to me. There is always something in the air at this time of the year - something ethereal, something magical, something supernatural... there is always something in the way that people feel drawn to being outside and exposed to the elements that points to an underlying physical and emotional connection that we all feel and we all want to share with those who we are closest to. Since I was a child, I have always loved the autumnal colours, the intoxicating smell of the natural world that lingers after a rainstorm, the sight of the constellations of the stars of the night-sky that somehow shine clearer and brighter than at any other time, I have felt always invigoration of every one of my senses, influence my thoughts and my dreams - and the imprint that every transition that I have witnessed has had on me has been one that I never expected and I have never forgotten, because, as my Dad was aware and as my Dad always reminded me, everything and everyone is connected and we must all do all that we can to maintain the rhythm and the balance necessary while participating in the never-ending dance of nature.
Mark The Poet 