An Autumn Lament
my sulky boots trample the leaves at my feet
earthy notes playing a dissonant tune
pale fungi emerge through clovery grass
tempting souls to dark hallucinations
more potent than winter’s strangling chill
horse chestnut’s late beauty twirls in my vision
with origami-like folds in ochre, and gold,
their song a crisp tinkle in the breeze.
over and over I must bring myself back so
I raise my head to the beauty of autumn,
up under a bright cloudless sky
where wings dip and dive as if free to play
at once preferable to a descending gloom
and so I resist the maybe mushrooms
Last year I went to Stourhead at the end of October, to see the glorious autumn colour. Circumstances this autumn meant that I didn’t get there until yesterday, by which time a lot of the leaves had fallen. There was still plenty to see and it was a perfect day for another ‘getting back my fitness’ stroll. Rather than repeat last years post, I’m joining Jude’s Garden Challenge with a few leaves, because she wants to see anything found in a woodland environment.
Jude’s post is about the New Forest in Hampshire, pop over and see, maybe join in!
Look what I spotted today!
In mediaeval times autumn was a busy month for the women of a family. It was the last chance to harvest the bounty of the hedgerows, to gather berries, nuts and seeds, to dry and preserve for the long winter months.
I don’t think the berries above are edible, just rather pretty cascading between the remaining lace of the leaves.
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day:
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
Dogs and Gee looking for autumn
This is my first real try at Six Word Saturday, linking with Cate
. . . it’s still autumn here in the gentle south west of England, so you wont’ find any snow flakes yet.
At the weekend, I went strolling through the graveyard kicking at the leaves.
Looking skywards towards russet, greengold and naked tree tops
Beech leaves were at my feet
Oak was at eye and ankle level
I turned back the way I came and this little beauty was along the path
and as if there wasn’t already enough magic
an extra gift of treasure.
This is my first go at a Monday walk for Jo, find her here in Hartlepool,
***It seems that we can’t choose when the snow falls on WordPress this year!***
Every year around this time I see my blogging friends around the world, mostly in the USA and Canada posting about autumn and yet here in England it can be rather elusive. We have an Indian summer followed by mild, wet weather and often its way into November before autumn arrives.
I went to Killerton recently and found a little autumn, but much more late summer flowers. So this weekend I went to hunt it down again. Stover country park was the place, and this is what I found.
Some woodland birds
Things to watch out for
and some water birds.
Stover has another tale to tell, a wonderful connection between nature and one of our great poets, I’ll try to share that soon.
Ponder the season
with crispy leaves underfoot
of gold and copper
when you tiptoe cross the grass
to an autumn pleasure dome