Autumn Broke Today.

I turned today and Autumn broke Before my eyes on fields of gold. Whispered low-key on each haystack And curled itself through bonfire smoke. Summer's colour starts unfolding In cool mists, pales and loses track. I felt today that Autumn showed Its hold. Summer, palling, flutters To the ground. Cracking sound of twigs Snapping from each tree, as slowly East wind saps them, then it mutters Warnings round the wires of riggings. I sensed today, as Autumn fell Into hedgerow's berry harvest Time now to measure well ripe juice, As chance of losing who can tell? Nights wrapped in chill will do their best To blight it, - with Autumn as excuse.