The theatre was closed -
End of season.
Past delights still posted on its darkened door.
Nature does not take its ease,
But moves from one hit show to another.
Our attention was taken by such wondrous sights;
The tree-lined backdrop blazed in orange and red
And river danced mid-stage in wondrous strength.
Solo leaves flitted and whirled and exited left
To be replaced by other prima donnas.
We joined the other extras for a while
Till wind no less hoary than felt by Lear
On blasted heath drove us in.
We drank our fill till the canopy of steely hue
Turned to shades of apricot and duck-egg blue.
Then, with senses filled and joy in heart,
We returned over the hills.
