The Forest in Autumn

There’s something in the way the trees
Stand patiently and shed their leaves – 
As though they know come Autumn-time,
The Gods demand their yearly fine
Here and there and all around,
Soft and floating comes the sound
Of birds, of branches snapping;
Of falling nuts cracking
Patches of dappled sunlight fall
On mossy stumps, covered all
In multitudes of bright leaves shed,
When the forest Autumn wed
Brisk air carries dusky depths
A spicy scent, of gentle death
Pure and strong it lingers on
When all the pretty leaves are gone
A fiery feast, burning bright,
To fill the senses with delight – 
Hurry now and catch the light,
Before it fades to Winter’s night