Set adrift in my own mind
it was time to stop,
settling gently to the ground,
much like Mary Poppins
with her umbrella.
The earth solid
beneath my feet,
purpose built from stillness
and I moved on into life.
“I’ll stay till the wind changes.”
~ Mary Poppins
Cool evening air
brushed my hair
caressed my face.
Promised rain hesitated
while I swept up
deep red crisp leaves.
“A perfect night….a perfect forever”
~ Mary E. Pearson, The Kiss of Deception
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
Crisp red and gold leaves
nestled in curb and corner,
scattered on lawns and patios.
Winds try in vain to fool us ~
fool us into believing
autumn colours are gone ~
look down and around to see
these jumbles of colour,
brushed from the trees,
tucked away at our feet.
“The wind likes making jokes!”
~ Mehmet Murat Ildan, writer
Watching the city grow and change
year to year from a car window
is impossible until squinting at
the faded blue paint on a brick building
announcing a grocery store;
seeing empty lots where
‘remember that house that was there’;
driving down a street that once was
the middle of a grain field;
houses worn and crumpling
from years with prairie weather,
some kept up and still as neat and tidy
as when they were young ~
sporting new siding and new roofs;
office buildings and housing units
sprouted like new shoots of wheat in the spring;
new scaffolding asks ‘what’s that going to be?’
Watching the city grow and change
year to year from a car window.
“A city is more than a place in space, it is a drama time.”
~ Patrick Geddes, Science, City and Regional Planning, Sociology
