07/09/2020

07/09/20

The morning, mist slumping from the fields, greets me

With a dazzling smile, Autumn sunshine in the soft air

Squirrels, tails punctuating the roofline, gather food

Where the eaves and gutters are waiting for leaves

And, up in the Museum tree, two jacks chat to a spotted cat

Waiting, hopefully, beneath. Eyes watching me

 

Along the lane, among the white nettle, ivy and old apple trees

I spot a chiff-chaff checking along branches or maybe it’s a willow warbler

Sage and yellow against the fresh, grassy snort of nearby horses

At the stile, the hazel branches form a perfect picture frame 

For the Tor, wearing a wide brimmed blue-sky hat

And a green skirt sprigged with people and sheep

 

Returning past the meadows, a lone swan glides

Schooner skimming the green seas low along the river line

A feathered arrow from an angel’s bow

Blackberry, elderberry, crab apple, chestnut, conkers

The colour of Autumn spilling from the trees

All festoon the path home in celebration of a passing summer

 

Feel the year slow, the fierce summer sun soften

The promise of Spring setting into ripe Autumn fruit

The harvest home, the seed set, the hard work won

A smile, a chat, a wide brimmed hat

And an early Autumn morning






 

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