Gold Medallions

 
Gold medallions shining on  woodland floors,
birch leaves falling in the morning breeze
dance  in shafts of light piercing branches
green and fading, oranges and gold
alders not ready to shed their autumn tints.
Pine  needle matting on  foot paths
fresh green needles in towering tops
waiting for  winter’s chill and storm,
ferns, green until Christmas snow and frost.
They wave farewell, another year passed,
it's 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 Candlemass
then, February gone and March to come,
see daffodils once more promise
spring is come again.