Winters Royal Trail

 

The Autumnal Palace opens its majestic gate

it does so now so as not to be too late

From within its lofty walls do fall

a royal carpet of leaves for all

 

The colours are of a resplendent hue

to cascade from a sky of azure blue

This seasonal event marks the end of summer

before the wintry winds bring their thunder

 

The nights are now drawing in

we have crossed the rubicon and stepped within

There is no retreat or turning back

as the leaves are packed into every sack

 

The Autumnal Palace will soon be empty

as a new guard stands outside its place of entry

The Winter Palace does now prepare

its cold and frozen rooms to share