It was November, Two thousand and Fourteen.
The most colourful autumn that I have ever seen.
The trees in my garden are bare, standing tall and strait.
Months will pass before they show green, a very long time to wait.

In the park, sheltered from the north wind so bold,
Trees full of colour, flaunting their leaves of shining gold,
Red, crimson, blazing; reaching to touch the sky.
Glorious to see, to make the strollers start and wonder why?

The leaves of the redwood, now a pleasing subtle yellow,
Born to calm the soul, warm hearted and mellow.
What reason did Mother Nature have to share this gaudy ecstasy?
Reminding all, that she is in charge, give or take, for all to see.

© Kathy McKay Sinclair