Rusty trees
And ochre leaves
Denuded boughs
And fading greens
Yellows, reds
And those between
Seasons turn
While Summer flees
An icy breeze
A slow grey sky
The kiss of frost
The murmur flies
And here sit I
Enriched by change
Seasons turn
A bracing page
17th Nov 2021
The calming, steady hand of sobriety For days and weeks and months Holds and comforts Soothes and cools Dilutes the cruel Guiding the hours And steering the minutes Sheltering from showers And looming
The bronzen dale lay bathed Lit gold by the late-day sun Wonderfully, Gloriously swathed While the light warns of night-time to come The fading bracken paints Vivaciousness stained on the hill While l
His broken heart won’t mend But he’s laying down foundations To simply walk again With lowered expectations One foot before the next Is what he aims to do Its nowt that can’t be mended With a metric l