27 November – Bracken beauty

Not every life achieves a zenith in its glory days.
Some shine best as they ebb and fall away,
like bracken gilding the growing grey.
I’m not inspired by its bold summer strength
but by its triumph as it bronzes and bends,
drenching moors in molten gold just before it ends.
At the late and last is where it truly peaks,
laying down its life to burnish the bleak
with brilliant broken beauty burning quietly weak.