
For a long moment I forgot to breathe as I for mesmerising moments gazed at the picture from Mother Nature's palette as autumn gold she painted
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Went for a walk in a painting the colours vibrant and bright the artists' palette singing to me as a I swooned in this wonderful sight Reds and golds and yellows and pink with green in the background were there a wash of pale blue and a purple for depth conveyed by the artist to share
They've been tantalising me a while growing slowly there Teazles swaying in the breeze willing me to share But I've resisted purposely as the time has to be right when words paint this good picture of the teazles there in sight And now I feel that time has come the teazles' teasing ends allowing me to share the joy they bring with all my friends
There in the silence a single leaf fell slowly down to the ground from the tree it had lived on throughout the year with the slightest whisper of sound Yet no sadness here, no falling from grace but exuberant moment of glee as a new golden treasure shone bright at its best at the end of its life radiantly
In the razor sharp clarity of a crisp autumn morn An erudite moment of instinct was born A momentary feeling captured and held Crystallised into form to fashion and meld
I’d turn back time (If only I could) For I’ve a bag full of conkers which I found in the wood Recalling the days of muddied scuffed knees Long days in the sunshine and the climbing of trees ‘Borrowing’ a skewer from the kitchen drawer when stringed conkers in pocket was what life was for We threw sticks to the branches to see what would fall and the thrill of the find was just part of it all
Turning now the green will fade to liquid gold of Autumn shade Past equinox less sunlight hours But warm enough for many flowers
Went for a walk ‘neath some gnarly old trees The sun filtered down on beams through the leaves with the beginning of Autumn there to perceive All I could wish for is here. Breathed deep the fresh scent of autumnal air Saw the turning of leaves in all the trees there with the zest and the colour of nature’s true flair All I could wish for is here.
The sun cast long shadows so low in the sky And the equinox came as summer passed by It’s radiance glowing the sun retained strength warming the soul in days with less length
I have to get back out there For one last tidy round Before the damp and rain of autumn Saturates the sodden ground Tidy up the spread nasturtiums Cut back the deadened stems Prepare the garden for the winter On which its dormancy depends
I watched the sea, it did me proud I smiled at it and laughed out loud The waves they roared, I roared right back As I wasn’t having any of that Alone on the stone with sun and spray On a fine and perfect Autumn day On the shoreline with the crashing sounds That filled the air and shook the ground
The creeper and the honeysuckle Both are turning red Just one more show of colour Before off to winter bed Red glow after sunset Still heralds warming rays But the sun is now more distant So we’re set for cooler days
Flowers here, pinks and reds Yellows, blues and greens Along with trees all turning now Autumn’s here it seems It rains a little more these days The grass is greener now Recovering from the days of heat And the sun that burned our brow Shorter now and cooler The days are drawing in A time for quiet reflection Before the winter can begin
Come closer. I’ll show you a colour – one that describes me. Is it blue or a yellow or an autumn gold? Is it mellow green Or amber or purple or silver? Is it a deep, burning orange Or any one of the hundred thousand colours you have seen? No, it is none of these and yet every one of them. The song is loud And though it fades, like raindrop rings, it will never, ever leave.
It's the first day of October my, the year has flown twenty twenty-two, month ten the sixty-third I've known It's cooler now, the autumn looms as read and brown and gold take the place of summer green with riches to behold
We're settling in to Autumn as the summer is now done daylight fades at teatime and there's more rain now than sun But still some strength there sometimes when the bright one gets its way so we're not prepared to throw the towel just yet, least not today
In these fragile days of Autumn When I am flustered by strong gales There’s something to look forward to The partaking of fine ales A tipple of an evening When the weather is like this Gives a little taste of summer With its happiness and bliss
Enriched I am carried as if on a cloud to this place of fulfilment my head duly bowed For it is with all honour and privilege here that I share in this glory at this time of year
And so into the woodland trail for an exuberance of gold this treasure of abundance now the year is getting old For times like these I live and breathe and even though it's chill my winter coat and long johns will ensure I catch no ill Fare more beside this treasure trail quite free there to partake is something quite essential at this time of year to make
I can't quite believe November is here the year has sped by so fast the Spring and the Summer merged into one with a warmth we all hope will last Not going to happen for much longer I fear as Winter waits in the wings and Jack Frost's remembered his repertoire with the cold stuff all of that brings But for now with green just starting to turn and the sun still strong in the sky I'll cling to the vestige of summer still here and not wish the Autumn rush by
Turning now the green will fade to liquid gold of Autumn shade Past equinox less sunlight hours But warm enough for many flowers There’s colour here to hold at bay the looming months of Winter grey But turning now the fading slow as Autumn has still much to show
I’d turn back time (If only I could) For I’ve a bag full of conkers which I found in the wood Recalling the days of muddied scuffed knees Long days in the sunshine and the climbing of trees ‘Borrowing’ a skewer from the kitchen drawer when stringed conkers in pocket was what life was for We threw sticks to the branches to see what would fall and the thrill of the find was just part of it all