As Mist Does Roll Across The Field

As mist does roll across the field And drapes the lowly chestnut tree With silken gown while winter's chill Now grips the frozen air, Beneath the fallen amber leaves Lay scattered where the wind did toss And rest upon the dampened grass For now the branches bare. But stained with coat of mossy green And lichen clinging to its trunk So broad and yet so frail to see Bereft of life does stand, No more the blackbird finds a perch Or sings within its leafy boughs Forlornly now it waits for spring When colour fills the land. Now as the evening does descend Upon the lowly chestnut tree A silhouette against the sky As nature now does sleep, A breathless hush as sorrow mourns The passing of the summer gone In stillness as the day goes by While clouds now gently weep.