Autumn's Song

Along this path, in phrases of light,

trees sing their leaves; each wind caress
a sigh, the forest’s breath. In the dusk,
lamplight flickers from the fairies harboured
within, huddling from the pinch of winter’s

approaching frost. Fire, gold and rubies
are a scattered tapestry, evidence from half
naked branches lacing the cloudy sky. Sun,
now a stranger, shyly peeks through. Your fingers
trace the knots in the trees' bark, their giant

stature reaching towards heaven's gate,
evidence of time’s wisdom. Their ancient eyes
observe the forest grove; witnesses. The leaves
fall… fall….. fall…....
yet the trees never cease to sing.

Written by Princess Camille
A response poem to Carol Ann Duffy's "Plansong"
Image Source: Unknown (I got it offline too long ago to remember.)