AUTUMN’S MUSINGS

Leaves

fall

just like

bush lawyers,

spreading snippets of

golden glory for us to walk

upon.

And,

whilst our eyes enjoy

majestic carpets

of ruby red and

umber browns,

cadmium yellows and burnished

oranges

that

crackle and caper around kicking delighted feet,

they’re blown away like love in a daydream.

Reality is born on the bark of a dead tree.

Into the mist of a new day awakening,

sweet bird song trills to the thrilling winds

that gambol about with these fallen beauties,

When all is hushed and still in time,

a movement, from the last to fall

is captured in a sunbeam still

and holds its presence for just a moment more till, dying,

fades and

returns to earth to

nourish and

replenishment,

pay nature’s

serene

crisp

day.

VGow    28/04/17

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It

Arches over silver gums.

Blushes with elegant snowdrops.

Canters around purple violets.

Dances with daffy daffodils.

Edges around tree ferns.

Fidgets with pink heather, tumbling over dry stone walls.

Gambols with gallant gladiolas.

Hides with little lady beetles.

Inches closely to ornamental gingers.

Jigs with snooty snapdragons.

Kicks over empty pots.

Leans over drooping rose bushes.

Moons with chestnut trees.

Naps with precious pine cones.

Opens the orange orchids.

Paints pales squiggles on scribbly gums.

Qualifies only marigolds of golden hue.

Resides in slumber with slippery snails.

Snuggles with blue forget-me-nots.

Totters around budding rhododendrons.

Uses dangling weeping cherry tree to catch raindrops.

Visits with the lithesome lilies.

Worries about tomato plants surviving frost.

Xylenes yew stems.

Yodels with baby basils.

Zeroes in on displaying pansies.

And

promises

an

Early Spring.

VGow

25/08/16

AT THE EDGE OF THE WORLD.

What

will

you have?

I’ll

have

a bowl

of kindness

to soothe and comfort

me.

I’ll have a piece of

perpetual grace

allowing me to

BE.

I ‘ll serve you up some tumultuous thoughts that tumble

inside my head, an abundant slice of world news that

fills my heart with dread.

Still

time

to walk

amongst

fading, falling leaves.

                                                                        Still,

time

to see

Autumnal

colours before cruel Winter speeds.

Still

time

to try

to sing anew

a soul-song

to nature’s glory.

Paint in ribbons of green and blue,

pulsing with story.

Still

Time.

VGOW 18/04/17