AUTUMN WOODLAND

Fall's healing woods his weary eyes crave,
his heart yearns for Nature's gilded songs;
for cheerless hues these city paths pave,
a cold grey mantles hastening throngs.

Sole solitude his pace would slacken
'mid boundless expanse green-gold and lush
with flowering furze and dew-drenched bracken,
winsome warble of the mistle thrush.

Thro' silvern mists he tranquil ambles,
'pon ribbons of wind-bronzed Autumn grass,
'long canes studded with purple brambles,
fawn rays glinting off each jewell'd mass.

Gold-laced pillars of silver birch rise
up to embrace crystal snow-drenched winds;
enraptured he notes their counsel wise,
tho' man from Nature's ways e'er prescinds.

'Pon leaf-ed carpets he placid lies,
Mother's heart heeds ere she reposes;
enwrapped in snow 'neath pale Winter skies,
her womb bearing Spring's brightest roses. 

© 2014 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: DEW DRENCHED FURZE
Source: www.wikiart.org
Artist: John Everett Millais