Autumn leaves are gathering
Golden in the hedgerows
As the sun sits lower
in the sky
Shadows lengthen
across the landscape
Heralding winters
approach
Autumn leaves are gathering
Golden in the hedgerows
As the sun sits lower
in the sky
Shadows lengthen
across the landscape
Heralding winters
approach
The Christmas star
Festively untypical
Having poisonous milk
And being tropical
But scarlet petal-like leaves
Make them appear more topical
And star shaped flowers
Are more decoratively typical
Bird song abounds like a symphony
Scripted by natures unseen composer
Conducted by the baton of an invisible
maestro
The shrill woodwinds
Of Blackbirds, Finches, Thrush and the Tit
family
While the Cuckoo sets the time
And a Woodpecker beats a rhythm
The breeze moves the leafy canopy
Like vibrant cascading strings
Timber’s creek and strain adding percussion
Rutting Stags and distant plaintive cries
A Fox cry and a Peacock’s call
Waterfowl and cooing Doves
Underscored by the beating wings of birds in
flight
Insects join the improvised symphony
Droning Bees and Dragonfly
A symbol crash as a Duck enters the water
A waterfall adds the rolling kettle drum
Distant thunder booms like a bass drum
And Xylophonic drops of rain hit the lake
While a Swan gracefully dances
Across the water in perfect harmony
God in heaven the impresario
Of mother nature’s philharmonic company
I walked along a hill top path
With my old dog Jake
Beneath a cloudless sky of azure blue
The path led us into a sparsely wooden copse
Its leafy canopy defused the strong sun
And provided welcome shade
I decided to rest a while in the cool shadows
I slipped off my back pack
And sat against a trees trunk
I wiped the sweat from my brow
Before taking a bottle from my pack
I poured water into a bowl for Jake
And took a generous swallow for myself
Then I lit my pipe and relaxed
In an aromatic cloud and enjoyed the scene
Specks of sunlight dappled the ground
And midges danced around the sunbeams
As Jake chased the shadows
The time came to move along
And we followed the path back into the sun
And onward along the ridge
After a long slow crawl up the ever
steepening path
We reached the summit and were duly rewarded
To see the countryside stretching far to the
south
Spread like a great patchwork quilt
This perfect view from the Surrey hills
Pebbles smooth,
Like crude glass
Smoothed by nature
Time and tide
Its patterned form
Marbled in style
Sits comfortably
In the fingers
To be skimmed
Back to the ocean
Volcanoes are terrifying
Just the thought of
them is frightful
But pyroclastic
eruptions
That’s just Nature at
its most spiteful
In the water meadow
The Mayflies pirouette
On gossamer wings.
A pair performs a duet
As they dance their
Ephemeral vignette
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...