Gold Medalions

 Gold medallions  on the woodland floor,
birch leaves falling in the morning breeze
dance  in shafts of light piercing branches
green and faded, orange and gold
alders not ready to shed their autumn tints.
Pine  needle matting on the foot path
fresh green needles in towering tops
waiting for the winter’s chill and storm,
ferns, green until Christmas snow and frost.
They wave farewell, another year is passed,
its been good fun, let's do it all again
just the same . . .each day I come
watch you in your beds, pull my jacket round
dodging puddles, fallen trees and branches,
look for signs of spring just after Candlemas
then, February gone and March to come,
see daffodils once more promise
spring is come again.