Weather Forecast

Weather
forecast rain.
Instead weak sunshine
sparkles on fallen leaves.
Golden.

Old Fleece

Yes, I’m back at last. We have had a wonderful time touring through France to Spain and back and had some glorious weather most of the time. It didn’t begin to feel autumnal until we were at least half-way back through France. By the time we got back to the coast to make our ferry crossing torrential rain and gale force winds in the Channel caused all ferry sailings to be cancelled. We managed to book on the next one, half a day later, but it wasn’t the best of crossings. We also encountered bad weather for the first part of the journey home on the English side. This soon dried up, but we were then bedevilled with roadworks, road closures and deviations (including a lengthy detour from the M6 round Wolverhampton) as we drove north, finally arriving home in the small hours of the morning last Wednesday. Since then I have been catching up with various necessary jobs, cleaning the motorhome ready for winter lay-up, doing piles of washing and making an attempt at tidying the neglected garden. There is more to be done but it’s a start.

I sweep fallen leaves
wearing an old fleece jacket.
Damp autumnal chill.
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Victims

Victims of drought,
fallen leaves lie on the ground.
Now those that are left
on the trees begin to turn
to autumn russets.

Art

Patterns of perfect leaf shapes
stuck to the pavement
as if inlaid.
Natural art.

Awry

Seasons all awry;
if it wasn't for the leaves
that are beginning to turn
today could almost be Spring.

Freedom

The season turns.
The first russet leaves,
encouraged by the wind,
make a bid for freedom.

Applause

The breeze sings its song
through the trees
while I strain my ears to hear
the tale it tells, that wins,
with a rustle of leaves,
a round of applause.

Diamante 2

Diamante poems are such fun here’s another one that I wrote after my recent visit to Jackson’s Coppice to see the bluebells. (See previous post)

Trees,
ancient, sturdy,
breathing, living, being,
branches, limbs, leaves, flowers,
growing, spreading, blooming,
delicate, fragrant,
bluebells.

Late April

Much needed rain overnight
but today – so cold,
if it weren’t for the blossom
and new leaves on the trees
you might think autumn returned.

Weeding

A day and a half spent weeding
the rhubarb patch
before the leaves get too big
to work around.
Back-breaking yet ultimately
satisfying.

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