Winter Cold

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

Frost’s Breath

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

My Special Guest tonight is…

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:

Autumn Fires

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!

The Proposal

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

Autumns Children

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