The faerie spinners’ masterpiece,
Damply decorated with pure droplets,
Glimmering under autumn skies.
While coloured leaves dance with the spirits of the wind;
Whirling, twirling, skipping, to unmapped steps.
And crisp, sweet apples drop to a mossy cushion.
Thorny chestnuts, prized open, reveal the treasure,
A rich brown nut, nestled in creamy silk.
Purple hands, clambering over thorns, reach for another
Sweet drop of fruit; shiny, black, with gleaming segments.
A peaceful rose softly cups the rainbow dew,
As the sun rises higher into a clean blue sky.
Copyright remains with author, 1998