The birthing of a season

by Emma

There was no time for goodbye,
The night simply took charge,
The leaves darkened, dried,
The sky hue of sombre,
An autumnal equinox greeted silently.

She whispered to the trees,
Her breath amist with dew,
Her hands stroked the breezy air,
Fingertips tapping gently,
The rain dripping with her initiated purpose.

She played her role silently,
Then handed over the reigns,
With intent,
She bowed before the icy majesty,
Quietly stepping back and disappearing into the then.

He came with powerful integrity,
Frozen fingers,
He squeezed, his icy glaze thickened,
The atmospheric emotion,
He cast his wintery magic.

The mind of a deep thinker…or complete rubbish…it is all down to interpretation and perception…