Last Leaves

Strong winds today
are doing their best
to strip the last
of the leaves away.

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Time To Go

The leaves are turning;
time to go and find some sun,
holiday abroad!

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I seem to have got in a bit of a muddle with my posts this week, I’m having trouble keeping track of what day it is. This is mainly because we are off tomorrow (Saturday) for an extended trip through France to Spain and back. I shall therefore be taking a break from blogging until late November. I hope to catch up with you all then. Sadly I shall miss the progress of Autumn, which is a season I love. No doubt all the trees will be nearly bare by the time I return and life will be a mad rush to get ready for Christmas.

Scuttle and Swirl

Residue of Autumn’s fallen leaves
scuttle like rats along the road
at the behest of the gusting wind,
or swirl up in the air
like flocks of small birds
taking flight.

Second Bloom

Azalea

 

Springtime azaleas
flowering in Autumn;
second bloom.

Goodbye

Goodbye to summer days,
welcome treetops autumn blaze,
chilly mornings, misty haze;
the turning year’s new phase.

Autumn Equinox

Today is the Autumn Equinox.
I celebrate with two quotations about Autumn for you:

“Autumn is a second Spring,
when every leaf is a flower.”

Albert Camus (1913-1960)
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“There is a harmony in Autumn,
and a lustre in its sky…”

Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)

Replacing

Replacing leaf greens,
reds, golds, yellows take over.
Glorious Autumn.

Wood-smoke

Inside, wood-burning stove alight
dispelling Autumn’s chill.
Outside a redolent fragrance;
wood-smoke on the breeze.

Sun Tan

Sycamore south side
facing the sun;
leaves browning with sun tan
or the first signs of autumn?

Summer

With fleeting footsteps summer flies
away from ever greying skies
and winds that bluster through the trees
sent swaying, gripping tightly leaves
that all too soon will turn to brown
when autumn comes and flutter down
in circling spirals to lie forlorn,
a soggy carpet on the lawn,
while we dream of summer days
glimpsed through autumn’s damp, dark haze.

© Elizabeth Leaper

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