This is the autumn of fantasy, listen very closely
In the rustling of the russet coloured leaves you can
Hear the groaning ghosts, it is the cold coming
The little hedgehogs so full of love, covered in
Spikes of threat are starting to retreat, find
Their winter home. But fear not! None of them
Are alone…each creature has a mate, something with
Whom to nest, so they can get their winter rest.
The Sun has started to become distant, it’s affection
Moving south wards, ready to melt away the icicles
That winter has left somewhere else.
Dear sweet moon shines bright for now,
Always ready to guide us home and show us how
To survive yet another winter time.
But that’s not why it’s a fantasy autumn, the reason for
That my friends is because He is mine.