Postcards from August
Cone you feel it?
Summer is coming to a beautiful end.
Golden days
End in golden hays (and a dog purveying his kingdom).
The bees make even
The humble onion flower bee-utiful.
Our walk ends with
A dewy heart.
Summer is leaf-ing – and so are my bad puns!
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Autumn is leave-ing
November is a grey month, so you have to look hard for colour.
I found it here
In a red leaf with rain in the background.
A flash of gold
Reminds me that we have to hang on
And have hope at this time of year.
In the right light,
Even an ageing leaf
Can look like a stained glass window.
“Don’t leaf me!” Ruby seems to be saying,
As we wave farewell to autumn.
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Over the rainbow
Somewhere over the rainbow,
September descends softly
With wreaths of mist
And a single leaf
Floats to the ground.
Shocking pink beauties
Bow dewy heads
And flowers offer up
Petalled cups of love.
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Softly spring
Spring dances in —
Two steps forward and one step back.
Frosted dawns
Give way to soft pink light.
Blue skies are serenaded
By blur of wings and trees
Waiting to burst into bud.
And winter leaves behind
A fragile reminder of its return.
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Frosted times
Let me take you back to the end of October last year,
To a cold day of frosted eyelashes on leaves.
It was a stunning bright day
Perfect for a drive out to the horse ranch
Sporting its old Grand Central clock on the side of the barn.
The brilliance of the sun
Turned the wires into art
And behind the frosted thistles
I discovered a secret world of rainbow bubbles.
On the way home, I stopped to admire
The endurance of this ancient rune stone
(And to wonder if the Simpsons was based on the pattern on the stone…
Look at those eyes!)
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Early autumn light
There is a special clarity in the light of early autumn.
It bathes roses in magical golden tones
And turns lavender into glorious purple works of art.
If you get up early enough, you can drink
The dew from shy violets
And enjoy the droplets on early morning roses.
My son loves the vibrancy of autumn leaves
And brings home some leafy sunshine every day after school
To put into a vase of water,
Crying every time the leaves curl up and die.
No better way to learn about the brevity and beauty of life, I suppose.
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