First light of red and gold touches
the Blue Mountains maples and
liquid ambers: the calm
clarity of autumn is at hand.
When we were young
we caught the sunshine,
like the chlorophyll,
to generate our sap and scent.
Now the chlorophyll retreats
from us dangerous front-line leaves
seeking safe haven instead in branch
and solid trunk till spring.
Wind, rain and heat –
once friends with whom we sang –
now threaten; but our skin
is tough and we hang on.
Of our class, so lightly green
in 1966, a few have fallen.
We who remain see colours change
as hours of sunlight shorten.
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