Concluding the Jemverse ‘Autumn 21’ series (7 of 7)
Turning now
the green will fade
to liquid gold
of Autumn shade
Past equinox
less sunlight hours
But warm enough
for many flowers
There’s colour here
to hold at bay
the looming months
of Winter grey
But turning now
the fading slow
as Autumn has
still much to show
Dappled sunlight filtered through
the green tunnel up ahead
as carefree there we wandered
uncertain where it led
Not that we were bothered
for we cared not for the time
on such an afternoon as this
with autumn weather fine
The crunch of fallen leaves beneath
our feet as there we trod
with the perfume of October
from the chalky Sussex sod
The dogs frolicked in the undergrowth
and barked at passers by
as we walked on through the sunshine
underneath a cloudless sky
The forest beckoned deeper
but alas we couldn’t stay
though it will always be there
when we return another day
I’d turn back time
(If only I could)
For I’ve a bag full of conkers
which I found in the wood
Recalling the days
of muddied scuffed knees
Long days in the sunshine
and the climbing of trees
‘Borrowing’ a skewer
from the kitchen drawer
when stringed conkers in pocket
was what life was for
We threw sticks to the branches
to see what would fall
and the thrill of the find
was just part of it all
The ‘fallers’ were rare
but we searched just the same
Always out in the woods
when the autumn time came
But that art has been lost
for today on the ground
There were hundreds of conkers
just lying around
And the only boy there
was the one in my mind
As it re-lived the days
that time tries to find
I-phones replace conkers
Imagination consumed
And simple pleasures like this
could well now be doomed
Yet all is not lost
For the conkers remain
for collecting by me
every year just the same
As now they are used
to keep spiders away
And as happy reminders
of a halcyon day
Surrounded by Autumn
I saw red and a tear trickled
But no malice here
No discontent
For here beauty’s extravagance
in simplicity lay
Inspiring a tear
for the green of summer
spilled at my feet
Beauty wears a frown
as Autumn colours fade and die
The Summer’s warmth now distant
as the year it hurries by
November looms. Finality
the year is almost done
Now in the throws of Winter
the Spring has far to come
Yet all is not lost for soon the chill
will see Jack Frost’s return
when beauty’s frown will disappear
and new winter wonders learn
Ice crystals on an early dawn
Sunshine on diamond white
Maybe a covering of snow
in the ethereal light
A smile replaces beauty’s frown
as it sees the autumn’s cheer
with so much wonder round about
the evening of the year
Show me a colour, one that describes me
Look at my face – the colour behind my eyes
It cries for the sun and pines away on these rainy days
Curled in a ball and shivering,
It longs for a blue that paints the skies
I have a paintbox here somewhere; it has a bright palette
One I have used many times, mixing over and over
as old and dusty colours
lend their way to young ones bright and new
Blending easily with the marks I have made
There’s one hiding there with a hint of something interesting
I think it’s the one you need; something of the extra mile
Like the spreading rings of raindrops
as they fall to puddles
But there again, perhaps I am imagining things
Come closer. I’ll show you a colour – one that describes me.
Is it blue or a yellow or an autumn gold? Is it mellow green
or amber, or purple or silver or any one of the
hundred thousand colours you have seen? No. It is every one of these
spreading like raindrop rings on water
On the breath of a morning
I caught in the air
a lingering fragrance
subtle and rare
A remnant of summer
to cherish and hold
and remain with me as
the autumn turns gold
And here for Sunday
the sun still has its hat on
Hip, hip, hip hooray
Golden for autumn
it still shines yellow and warm
Hip, hip, hip hooray
Shining still brightly
it stays and it continues
Hip, hip, hip hooray
I've been writing now for ages
my pen just can't keep still
and I'm certain that will be the case
for more years yet until
I've lost the plot entirely
and the words, dried up, are done
(I'll rue the day) but then accept
that day has finally come
But I'm pleased to say for now at least
I still write every day
as life it still continues
and has plenty more to say
So that's what I use my words for
to paint the life I see
in all its many nuances
as it evolves 'round me
Concluding the Jemverse series ‘Down in Dorset’ (12 of 12)
We've had a week of adventures
but it's good to be home
full of the joy of
the pleasures we've known
We've had seven more days
of summer and sunshine
and although mid-October
the weather's been so kind
We've been swimming in sea
which wasn't that cold
and walking on beaches
so very old
We've been fossil humting
and found some to keep
and every bright morning
have awoken to sheep
We've shared meals we've each cooked
in a farmhouse sublime
in the heart of West Dorset
for a wonderful time
We've seen film sets for winter
and had ice-creams galore
so good was the flavour
we went back for some more
We've eaten chips on the Cob
looking out at the sea
and walked by the river
dogs, children and me
It's been a week of adventures
and we've loved every one
the Crouchers in Dorset
for frolics and fun
...all about me and my life in words. I write most days, carrying an ideas book around in which I capture a word snapshot of life around me. So there's a lot here about Sussex and the sea and anything else I see that inspires.
The pictures are mine too. Some taken to match a poem; some poems written to match a pic; others chosen because they work well with words written.
Jemverse is life in words. Hope you enjoy the reading as much as I enjoy the writing...