autumn glows
on bush and hedge,
while early afternoon sun
shines on dark purple berries
for an avian feast
“I cannot endure to waste anything so precious
as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house.”
~ Nathaniel Hawthorne,
(1804 ~ 1864)
Writing daily about my journeys through books, movies and plays along with poetry, story, or an occasional wander into ideas, opinions or rants.
autumn glows
on bush and hedge,
while early afternoon sun
shines on dark purple berries
for an avian feast
“I cannot endure to waste anything so precious
as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house.”
~ Nathaniel Hawthorne,
(1804 ~ 1864)
Calm and quiet
after a day filled
with energy and life
each piece from early
to this moment cherished
for each separate moment.
Living in the moment is
like sliding shining beads
on colourful yarn.
As days and weeks pass
a tapestry evolves that is
a life shared and lived.
“Forever is composed of nows.”
~ Emily Dickinson, poet
1830 ~ 1886
Steady pace,
cooling air pushed me
toward home ~
until I saw the grace
that fading leaves share
with the world.
Worrying about a sweater
was the last thing on my mind
replaced by the beauty that is autumn.
“No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace
as I have seen in one autumnal face.”
~ John Donne, The Complete Poetry and Selected Prose
(1572 - 16310