In the Autumn
The shoot is very pleasant
And we end the day
With a bevy of pheasant
I miss the place
Where I journeyed into this world
Where a loving mother
Kissed me and gently brushed my curls
I miss the place
Where mother taught me the joys of life
And my father
Taught me to seek harmony from strife
I miss the place
Where my school days first began
And those friends
That made up our inseparable band
I miss the place
Where my heart had an optimistic view
And I miss the face
Of my one and only love so true
I miss the place
Where summer days seemed without end
Where natures bounty
Spilled from the fields we had to tend
I miss the place
Where the bones of my parents lay
And the times
When our days were full with play
I miss the place
I knew before I grew into a man
And took up arms
To fight for the king in a foreign land
I miss the place
That is the home I shall never see again
Never smell the grasses green
Or taste those gentle summer rains
I miss that place
My distant home far across the sea
The place I left behind
So I could die fighting for the free
The fishing boats bob and dance
Driven by weather to the south
Making slow progress in the swell
As they approach the harbour mouth
I am transported back
To a distant place and time
When I was only twelve
The world was changing
And I saw it with new eyes
And I recall her sweet face
When I first saw her in the wood
Gathering wild bluebells
Sun shinning on the golden strands
Of her silken hair
As it danced on her shoulders
The beautiful bluebell girl
Moved about the wood
Then she stopped and noticed me
Deep blue eyes smiling at me
In the innocence of childhood
And she captured my heart
Though twenty years have passed
She keeps it still
I always loved the time of year
Long before that perfect day
It was a perfect morning
The best of autumn
The sky the clearest blue
The air crisp and clean
The last remnants of mist
Burnt away by the rising watery sun
And there she stood
As if to improve on nature itself
A vision of perfection
Standing at the edge of the woods
From beneath her woolen hat
Flaming red hair fell
Then danced upon her shoulders
And caught on her scarf
Breath plumed from her smiling mouth
As she spoke to her dog
Then she began to walk
The hem of her long coat swung
With the rhythm of her hips
As she strode into the woods
The spaniel chasing a stick she had thrown
Her boots crunching leaves underfoot
Still crisp with frost
Where the sun hadn’t reached
“Come on Jimbo” I said
Letting the dog out of the car
And we followed her into the wood
I walked amidst the skeletal trees
Where Squirrels ran here and there
Still busily preparing for winter
I kicked through the carpet of leaves
Feeling like a schoolboy again
And birds settled in my wake
Feeding on insects in the disturbance
In a clearing I saw her again
Her red hair like fire
Illuminated in the sunlight
The dogs soon introduced each other
And we did also
Two dog lovers talking in a wood
Two people who would become lovers
Who both loved the time of year
Oh mother nature
You both care and nurture
Bursting out in spring,
When the songbirds sing
Bringing daffodils so bright
To fill me with delight,
They shine with ease
Bobbing in the breeze
Dancing as if one
As golden as the sun
Blossom fills the trees
Bright enough to tease
Before the blossom has to go
Like cherry pink snow
And after spring hors d’oeuvres
And starters have been served
You bring us summer fare
With fragrance in the air
Flowers of every shade and hue
From crimson red to violet blue
Then as September wends
And the main course ends
You take no time to rest
Giving the bounty of the harvest
All was calm, in the morning
After the autumn storm
Had stripped bare the trees
And swept the fallen harvest
To havens sheltered from the gale
In the calm clear night
The frost crisped the land
Holding all in suspended animation
Everything where it fell
As the sun strengthened
To melt away the frost
Leaves spill from the bottom of hedgerows
Like golden coins from treasure chests
In a vast well filled vault
Soon enough this fallen bounty
Would again be scattered
Across the landscape
On the next autumnal weather front
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...