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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