oh autumn..
here you come again
all mellow and mindful and dying
in the tatty autumn bag of
keepsakes of my heart
are
both the happiest and the saddest of my life..
but the crickets sing soothing lullabies
here you come again
all mellow and mindful and dying
in the tatty autumn bag of
keepsakes of my heart
are
both the happiest and the saddest of my life..
but the crickets sing soothing lullabies
and the blue hydrandeas have faded into palest greens
and musty pinks
and the leaves on trees
let go
their sap of green
and in their dying
turn to
gold
So softly, it seems, your autumn arrives, and so beautiful as well. Those hydrangeas are beautiful, Joan, and seem to love your climate. We are back at 32 degrees and snow flurries. brrr! I never trust March here.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words and images Joan. I feel the sweet sadness of autumn in them.
ReplyDeleteOn opposite sides of the world...on opposite sides of the equator...we're together, joining hands with Nature as her seasonal beauties unfurl.
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