Caught in that first instant,
That first take from a
distance
There appeared from
the Woodlands edge
A kind of low misty
apparition
Almost like a cloud of
drifting smoke
Emerging from the tree
line
Of course, when I got
closer I realised
It was just the
flowering Hawthorn
Icicles hang,
Crystalline and pure
Like tear drops
Frozen in time
An encapsulated moment
Of joy or sorrow?
Held in icy limbo
Until the sun
Releases the tears
In the forest,
The skeletal trees
Herald winters
imminent approach
But for now
The autumn lingers
But the fruiting
brambles bushes
Will soon feel winters
icy fingers
On the leaf carpeted
floor
Life continues
And the forest
creatures
Go about their work
For today it is still
autumn
And tomorrow is
another day
It rained an hour ago
Short and sharp
Now in its wake
The air is clean,
fresh
Summers rich scent
Heavy in the evening
air
And from the tree tops
Moving gently in the
breeze
Undelivered rain drops
fall
Like a maidens tears
Stepping into the garden,
The wet grass beneath
my feet
Everywhere fresh with
morning dew
The air honeysuckle
sweet
The dew drops
glistening,
The sunlight weakly
warming
It’s so good to be
alive
At the dawn of another
morning
