Those days

Those days

Crisp, fresh

Curling those leaves

Along those leafy lanes

Sunlight shortened

Shadows lengthening

Across those lonely afternoons

Those leaves

Crunched, work done

Frayed and split, Worm cast

Falling into nature’s hands

Their essence gives new life

Months away after decay

Chilled mornings and balmy afternoons

Mist works its way from the magic Earth

Whisping its way to the sky

Burning off in the afternoon haze

Crisping the leaves dry,shattered

Broken and dropped

Colours from the bowl of God.

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One thought on “Those days

  1. Reworked this poem:

    Those days, there
    Crisp, fresh, clear
    Curling coloured leaves
    Amongst leafy lanes
    Sunlit shortened days
    Shadows lengthening haze
    Across those lonely afternoons
    Whose leaves, before the gloom
    Crunched, work done
    Frayed and split, Worm cast
    Falling into nature’s hands, fast
    Their essence gives new life
    Months away, after decay, strife
    Chilled mornings and balmy afternoons
    Mist climbs from the magic Moon
    Billowing its way
    Burning off in the heat of the day
    Crisping the leaves dry, shattered
    Broken and dropped, like the scattered
    Colours from summer’s embers

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