17 December – Second Autumn

The leaves are all long gone now,
so what is all this gold
that suddenly and sun-fully
is warming up the cold?
The wooded hills burn again
with bronze and copper fire
as the twigs take their turn
to shine with colours of desire.
And these newly ochred acres,
coloured in by low sunlight
are like a little second Autumn
that resurrects the fallen bright.
My spirit is touched by the low light too,
swelling to gleams and glows
as it’s polished and uplit into uplift
by reprising October shows.