As the last embers of Autumn glow.

 "There is something about November as a month that I perhaps had not recognised before, for it is a month that can still very much be classed as seasonally still being Autumn. Amazing what things you are constantly learning and the knowledge that is being passed on all the time. But despite November still seasonally being Autumn, there are little elements that can be noticed, for the first few weeks of November is when Autumn colours are still very much visible, but throughout those first few weeks of November things can change, do the Autumn colours stick around for the first few weeks of November? Well sometimes, can they change? Yes very much so, and this is a poem that takes its inspiration from a view that I captured on Monday the 10th of November 2025.

The view in question was taken from New Road, Moorgreen in Nottinghamshire, just past the historic Beauvale Priory of a woodland that throughout the seasons always has something magical, ethereal and mystical about it, and on this particular occasion, I had stopped off and was walking along the side of the road, peering into the woodland and what could I see? Well a different kind of Woodland, a Woodland that had colour - but that colour looked as if it was the last embers of Autumn putting on a final show of a unique and colourful glow, before things become that little bit more bare and dull, before nature turns in for a deep sleep for the next season that is due, and that of course is the Winter, and this poem is all about capturing and seeing the last embers of the Autumn Glow."

I stop and look through the woodland and what do I see? A woodland of embers, and the colours fading away, slowly giving way to a dull kind of bareness, grey, for what is it that I see, the last embers of Autumn glow. For what a spectacular end to this years Autumn show. 

This years Autumn has been spectacular for sure, a beautiful kaleidoscope show with a real delightful kind of glow, spectacular have the artworks they have been - for this year the Autumn has not been mean, instead Autumn of 2025 has been a show, created and curated by the artist known as Nature, that I seemingly do know. But here I am, and I stop and look through at the woodland, for yes it has a certain glow, a certain glow. But there is something else that I see, and they are the last embers of the Autumn glow looking right towards me, a sad sight to see. 

For this Autumn this woodland has been pretty, a glow it has had. The theatrical and kaleidoscopic Autumn show has been full of the Autumn colours that glow, like a painting, a work of art, curated and created by the artist known as Nature, is this artwork. But now I stand and see, I stop and look through the woodland and what is it that I see, the last embers of Autumn glow, as things they start to begin to take it slow. As nature begins to slow down again, for what is the season that is coming around again? 

But as I stop and I look through the woodland I see, something of a transition, a change taking place, a woodland that throughout this Autumn looked spectacular and full of Autumn and its magical glow, a show, a kaleidoscopic scene is slowly giving way to that next season awaiting in the wings, but as I look into the woodlands what do I see, a glow, a final Autumn glow. 

Yes, what a show Autumn has been this year, a spectacular show of colour, beauty and arts, for Autumn and its glow has been a rather spectacular kaleidoscopic show - for there has been a certain sense of magic as I have watched on at the spectacular Autumn glow, a theatrical and carefully created and curated work of art, created by Nature. Now though that is going to fade away, as Slade begins to play, as Autumn fades away, and yet I stop and what do I see, the woodlands becoming bare, the colour giving way, 

For in front of me the last of the Autumn it glows, a final show, as the last embers of Autumn they glow, as the last embers of Autumn glow, before the season that is Winter arrives, and this time around today, what did I see, the last of the glow, the last of the kaleidoscopic and colourful Autumn show, for I have seen the last embers a glow, the last embers of Autumn glow.