30 November – Autumn’s legacy

Autumn’s legacy is mulch.
Strange to think
all that colour
comes down
to this.

Bleeding into one dark mess
of sliding stick –
a treacle
quagmire
of squelch.

But here in the written-off refuse
as heavy boots crush
and cold fronts mush,
a kind of magic
gets released.

And deep in the earth
when it’s seeped out
its worth,
sleeping shades
will stir again.

So trust in the dirt
of muddy endings
to slowly rebirth
something beautiful
in time.

30 November - Autumn's legacy