Long gone are the granny’s bonnets nodding amongst the chives.
Now the deep hues of late summer also begin to fade.
nature as artist
paints with calligraphy strokes
and jewel colours
Yesterday the sunrise was made from a soft September sky.
early morning sun
reaches for golden bamboo
through misty beauty
My little cottage garden is now slipping quietly into autumn, with the fading colours of a changing season.
When I look out of my window at my lovely autumn garden and beyond it to the moor side, I fear for this beautiful planet and hope that the human race makes a collective decision to make immediate positive changes.
early rising crane
starts the journey to Scotland
for climate changing
Returning home, crane carries dreams of a green future on his hopeful wings.
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ELEGY FOR THE YELLOW ROWAN
weep no more, yellow rowan, weep no more
though all of your branches are gone
no longer wanted, no longer right
for the garden in which you stood
majestically for decades
for your bright yellow berries
have been scattered by birds
falling and taking root in fertile soil
and the heart and souls of those who care
know that a new sapling has been planted
that in the years to come
will have berries to nourish again
red berries though, not yellow like yours
so, weep no more yellow rowan, weep no more
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