Oh Wise Woman ❤️

That glorious gift from our good old Mother nature, I will always remember

And as I harken back amidst my memories, to the last day of September

I reminisce these very leaves hanging from my holly tree, all bronzed and burnt looking like effervescent ember

Awww what wondrous wisdom our dear dame Mother shall hold

As our cycles of her sensational seasons, unravel and unfold

Only she can send her sizzling sunshine, out to seek us solace from the shivers of the cold

She is mighty yet her modesty withers as she wanders, in that wildness of the wantonness weathers, so bleak and bold

Rage on your rumbles..Oh wise woman, whilst our severity of storms, masquerade your menacing moods

As you whistle yon windiness, scattering those withered leaves, within that wilderness of the woods

But shhhh yon shrilling, when those beautiful blossoms bloom, as the  spectacular Springtime preludes