I shall for­ever be autumn’s child, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker.

Here it comes, that first chill in the air, that blue mes­sen­ger from the north, the first sil­ver light that fil­ters through fad­ing green. Barely notice­able, summer’s final days have arrived. Softly the trees begin to sing their farewell songs. Autumn’s first breath passes along their crowns, car­ries with it ocher and sienna and bur­gundy notes of good­bye as it slowly unrav­els their emer­ald gar­ments. I wel­come you, bringer of scarfs and woolen coats, of knit­ted gloves and padded boots, for my heart beats in rhythm with your rac­ing winds, my soul embraces your twi­light, you, bringer of early sun­sets and brisk starry nights. Here, in the cor­ri­dor of ethe­real sights, hall­way of mys­te­ri­ous lights, I shall walk beside you and breath in your mossy, earthy fra­grance, that smell of pump­kin desserts and mush­room soups. For rain or shine, storm or gen­tle chill, I shall for­ever be autumn’s child.

© Thorsten Becker

An autumn dream, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker.

Come and fol­low the mossy path
Down by the wil­low trees, past weath­ered stone walls.
Walk through the mist that dances in the fad­ing sun.
Feel the rustling under your feet, of fallen leaves
Care­fully placed as a blan­ket to warm your feet.
And as you make your way around houses left long ago
Upon for­got­ten grounds your eyes now gaze.
Enter through the rusted gate, under­neath the faded sign
A king’s gar­den in slum­ber, wait­ing for magic words to be spo­ken.
“Awake you trees, you dancers of the woods,
You shrubs and bushes, adorn your­selves in pre­cious gems.”
And sud­denly as golden light streams through the branches frozen
They come to live in vig­or­ous motion.
Stretch­ing out to take you by the hand,
Dressed in golden gar­ments shin­ing bright.
Their blos­soms turn to bril­liant stones
Of ruby, sap­phire and amethyst, it is as if
Never there was a more per­fect time
To be enchanted by an autumn dream.

? Thorsten Becker