Tag Archives: Autumn
I managed to keep some begonia tubers in the greenhouse over winter and potted them up in the Spring. Summer came and other people’s had flowers. My garden had flowers. But the pots in the greenhouse remained just leaves. Eventually, … Continue reading
Hedges adorned in delicate lace of cobwebs covered in dew
A task A job to be done A chore So some people seem to view it But to me After a stressful day Sorting other people’s problems To come home and catch The last of the light Before the sun … Continue reading
No sun, no wind No colours The sky is grey The ground is dry The air is warm So still So quiet So thick Where is the tang The smell The crispness? Just the heavy weight Of a strange Autumn … Continue reading
Small My park is small And I’ve only been there Once My special park. A seat or two And a disused Sandpit A large tree And sunshine. The park that witnessed A special moment In time. Sticky toffee apple Dancing … Continue reading
Autumn is over And winter is here And words on a page No longer fall naturally into poems. What is it about Autumn that seems to marshal words with so little effort?
Rain’s relented Leaves had dried And rustled underfoot But with no sun Were drab and brown No joy of autumn gold. Later on the sun came out Colours were restored Those selfsame leaves now spoke of life Fulfillment, life well … Continue reading