Another month clocks up and the year seems be rushing along ever faster. Cooler days and misty mornings with trees only just beginning to turn from green to gold. Fruits still cling to trees and hedgerows. Prompted me into poetry.

Even those hanging on for dear life

to the lichen locked branches

now seem tired and ready to drop

into the dense, dewed grass of Autumn.

Rotted red, russet and green

cluster in charnelled heaps,

ripe for the cycle of another year.



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 )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ 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 )


Connecting to %s