Autumn colours are slowly appearing Yellow brown leaves falling – clutter shores Naked trees shiver in ever changing climate Stretching out welcoming arms. The thief of autumn has stolen summer warm The sky’s roof opens, clouds gather All have a purpose Following the storm – the beauty of silence. The pages of…
Today is Sitting at the breakfast table Sunday Discuss the previous night Sunday Sit out in the sunshine Sunday Lazy day Sunday Freshen up, go for a long walk Sunday Relax and read the Sunday papers Sunday Have a change of heart Sunday Go for dinner somewhere Sunday Toss a coin to see who…
Perched perilously On the slim telegraph wire Listen to those querulous rooks Are they commenting on the weather? The fact that food is in scarce supply Or perhaps even the fact Due to continuous rainfall Nests had to be vacated The wonders of nature. On a dank dark autumnal day The song birds of…
Oh! Those school days
Some children huddled in the yard
The lookout on the corner.
He was waiting for the teacher
A certain Mrs. Horner.
She was a lady of some renown
Who disciplined with passion.
And the children often teased her
In a whisper on her fashion.
For she wore her hair up in a bun
With a net to keep it tidy.
The leather hanging by her side
Was always at the ready.
Good ammunition if required
For children in the classroom.
Who whispered and
then who quickly ducked
As the duster did fly past them.
September days are with us Suddenly in that moment – feel at peace Falling in love with autumn Walking along its golden path – Strewn with fallen leaves The forest walk changing the landscape As age old trees shed their clothing Autumn paints so many varying colours When crisp air says goodbye to summer…