AUTUMN REFLECTIONS

 

I stood on the wet sand

On that cold autumn morning

In the autumn of my years

With the breeze off the sea

Chilling my old bones

And gazed out across the bay

To the distant purple hills

Their edges blurred and softened

By the early morning mist

Their indistinct silhouette

Reflected on the moving water

The tidal water pulling at the reflection

As it moved inexorably to the open sea

And seemingly carrying with it

All of my unfulfilled hopes and dreams

With a shiver I turned from the scene

And made my way along the beach

My eyes were drawn to the hillside

Where the sparsely covered trees stand

With the last of the leaves falling

Each fluttering to the ground

Each leaf’s fall symbolic

Like the dates of a calendar

Being peeled off one by one

Ticking off the days of my life

As I head towards my winter

I ALWAYS LOVED THE TIME OF YEAR

 

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

GOLDEN HARVEST

 

The autumn leaves fall

Like flakes of gold

Drifting to earth like surreal snow

In the golden harvest

As they fall they dance

Wildly in the breeze

To autumns tune

Before coming to rest

Then on peaceful mornings

They gather in the quiet corners

That pepper the autumn landscape

Cast like a threadbare cloak

Spread by mother natures hand

And in the misty morn

The golden harvest

Lays deep and undisturbed

Like collected thoughts

In the corners of my mind

The watery sun slowly burns away the mist

And illuminates the October landscape  

Before the wind disturbs the peace

And chases the leaves away

Scattering them like my dreams

BROWN BELLS

 

Brown bells

Californian herb

With brownish-purple

Bell-shaped flowers

ROSA RUBIGINOSA

 

Rosa rubiginosa

Eglantine, will be seen

Rosa eglanteria, of Eurasia

Sweetbriar of desire

FIRST FLURRY

 

Amidst the first flurry

People start to hurry

And urgently scurry

 

For the very first sight

The first glimpse of white

The heart takes flight

 

I’ve come to know

When it first makes a show

How much I love the snow

TALES OF THE RIVERBANK

 

A bee sipping nectar from a flower

A sparrow sipping dew from a leaf

A butterfly on his way to somewhere

Pays us a visit but it was only brief

 

A duck quacks out on the water

And we hear a Kingfisher splash

An elegant swan glides effortlessly by

And the dragonfly makes a dash