Autumn in the Park

Every leaf speaks bliss to me,
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
Emily Bronte

There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!
Percy Bysshe Shelley

The colours in this autumn take my breath away.
My thoughts meander through pathways followed before
Yet I don't remember these colours.
I remember Autumn as a kind of cold anxiety
That waiting time before the uncertainty of winter
The question on my lips: will I survive?
Will I forget how to dance in the wind,
turn my face to the sky,
Catch a leaf in my hand
and laugh with joy at the thought of another day?

But today I find myself drawn to the stillness of spirit
that I encounter in my local park on a windswept autumn day.