autumn – Page 13 – don't confuse the narrator

pallette of greys*

silver
ripple and pause
squirrel

squirrel
nibble and paws
silver

*(Alternatively: “palate of greys”)

The neighbour’s oaks are always among the last of the local trees to lose their leaves, but the terrific winds of a few nights ago left them practically bare. Yesterday was the shortest day, so now it’s downhill to summer.

Why, then, is the linden determined to hang on to her seeds? They have to go some time, so what is she waiting for?

And you? Are you planning to turn over a new leaf? Do you have a New Year’s resolution already prepared? Why aren’t you going ahead with it right now?

(And by “you”, I mean “me”, of course.)

autumn wings II

For years I have been sure that there’s a poem in the woodshed. Today, I seem to have found another fragment:

autumn wings

Speeding bus
startles
a flock of leaves
into flight

perspective

The field is stippled with mole hills
and I am glad
I am not an ant

I could also be glad that I was in the sunny field and not in the distance beyond, where the sky is decidedly ominous. And that we’ve had a few mostly dry days and I wasn’t knee-deep in mud trying to get a decent picture. And that they were mole hills not cow pats…

There are, as has been pointed out by others, many reasons to be cheerful.