As clouds roll o’er hills
Autumnal cool
Turns to
Winter cold
Grey blue skies
Turn grey black
Soon the rains will come
And the snow will fall
Children will play and
Parents will be dismayed
And the poet will be content to write
For winter is upon us
Copyright © JRFC From October 2018
O’er rambling valleys and rolling hills
Frosty breath clings to grass tips
As globules of cold dew drops
Glistening like white diamonds
In the bright sunshine
Slowly drawing in the warmth
Of the growing diurnal rhythms
They shy away to reveal
Pastures of emerald green
On this, a beautiful Autumn Day
Copyright © JRFC November 2019 Image from Pixabay
Robert Louis Stevenson and Autumn Fires
It’s autumn, no it’s not; oh yes it is and from the weather I have outside my window it’s well and truly autumn. Time to turn up the heating, snuggle on whatever piece of furniture you like best with who or what you like best and get comfy.
Here’s a little rhyme that, I think, sets the mood nicely for this time of year and will warm the cockles of your heart.
For those that don’t know, Robert Louis Stevenson was born and educated in Edinburgh, Scotland. He was a novelist and travel writer, most noted for such stories as Treasure Island, Kidnapped, and Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. Oh yes folks it seems that Mr Stevenson had a bit of a macabre side; Go Robby!
Today though, for your delight and pleasure here is:
In the other gardens
And all up in the vale,
From the autumn bonfires
See the smoke trail!
Pleasant summer over,
And all the summer flowers,
The red fire blazes,
The grey smoke towers.
Sing a song of seasons!
Something bright in all!
Flowers in the summer,
Fires in the fall!
Walking on the powdery sands
The autumn sun’s low in the sky
She turned and smiled we’re holding hands
I loved her so, no need to try
We did not want to say goodbye
She kissed me once she kissed me twice
‘Would you be my wife; I don’t imply?’
She smiled again, ‘That would be nice’
Copyright © JRFC August 2019 Image from Pixabay
They are born to the autumns chilled winds
Sun sparkles light their bright eyes
Their skin as pale as the morning’s frost
She helps tend the flora
He protector of fauna
Spreading love and joy
They dance, sing and provide for all
Before winters long sleep
Copyright © JRFC September 2019 Image from Pixabay
