Native green, speckled with gold
patches as nature, returns cold
Trees no longer, a wall of green
soon to shed, as branches seen

So we welcome, Autumn time
changes occur, wet from fine
Still the leaves, cling to trees
un- disturbed, by stirring breeze

Turning cold, as skies overhead
Fade towards grey, a twilight red
Cloudy seals, the once blue sky
clinging low, no longer high

Flower petals, all but gone
along with summer, as sun we long
Hides behind, mottled clouds
Bird song muffled, no longer loud

As dormant puddles, herald mud
Spring forgotten, along with buds
Lining branches, in wait to explode
blossom clusters, spreading load

Of colour explosion, brought alive
welcome spring, before it dies
Towards a cloudy, time of year
until again, blue skies run clear

Seasons come, spent they go
four to make, a year whole
Weather patterns, rarely blend
acts of nature, hardly friends.

As nature displays, her cruel mix
Hurricanes-flood-earthquakes trick
Humans stumble, without a goal
Live a life, nature shows control