Like breath of autumn
When hard frost belies blue sky
Our pain dissipates
~
CLP 29/11/2020
Tag Archives: Autumn
On Numbers (Seventh)
Families in park
strolling, talking and playing.
Shops shut, people out!
~
n.b. Sun brought no heat with it and cold currents of air drew rheum to the edge of screen-tired eyes, but everyone who could squeeze into the park was there. People were enjoying the Day of Rest during which only “essential” shops were open. Oh what to do? Go the local parks and perambulate.
When this thing is over it would be a shame if the shops reopened on Sundays. It was lovely to hear the babble of conversation filling Eaton Park. It was like being on holiday in Europe, enjoying the civilising beauty of a Sunday stroll with all generations of families taking the air and talking to each other. Beautiful! Beautiful!
~
CLP 22/11/2020
On Numbers 2C
Rush of passing car
Disturbs still autumn morning
Leaf mould scents sunlight
~
CLP 05/11/2020
On Trees
When this wind blows
Things sound different
After the leaves have dropped
To mosaic the floor.
~
This wind bends through the bared boughs
Divides to draughts between the trunks
Blows low notes from the wood
Makes this place an instrument
For mournful tunes
~
When we hear this hollow overture
Howling from beeches and birches
We can be certain winter approaches
~
CLP 27/10/2020
On Trees
Your towel is slipping
Each breath of cool breeze reveals
Stark inner beauty
~
CLP 19/10/2020
On the Street vii
~
Grey, cool rain persists
Days run together down drains
Mingling with lost years
~
CLP 06/10/2020
On the Street vi
Gutters now blocked
by leaves, twigs and dropped masks
We’re facing a flood
~
CLP 05/10/2020
On the Street ii
Dressed in rain-slicked leaves
Treacherous corners await
Us, the unwary
~
CLP 02/10/2020
Autumn Storm
She came upon us from the North
Dragging her gloomy shawl
Over the sheared hills and ploughed land
Turning blends of gold to black and white
Breaking limbs from oak and ash
Flooded the roots
Inundated roads
Coughing and spitting
She dragged her filthy sheets into town
Stuffed her discarded litter into the drains
Threw hailstones that scratched our skin
Turned the fair to ruddy-faced
We flinched at each attack
Our umbrellas reduced to sodden flags
Useless emblems of human pride
We staggered home through her spiteful wind
As she blew out the last summer lights
Then spread her dark wings and settled in
Gloomy angel of long winter nights
~
CLP 26/09/2020
On Autumn
Today it begins
Half and half before the dark
And cold returns here
~
CLP 22/09/2020
