Those days 3

Those days

Crisp, fresh
Curling leaves
Along our leafy lanes
Sunlight shortening
Shadows lengthening
Across my lonely afternoons

Those leaves
Crunched, work done
Frayed and split, Worm cast
Falling into Nature’s hands

Mist works from the Magic Earth
Whisping its way to the sky

Their essence gives new life
Months away, after decay
Where
Chilled mornings and balmy afternoons
Meet me in hope

Burning off the afternoon haze
Crisping the leaves
Dry, shattered
Colours from the bowl of God

Broken and dropped

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s