Autumn –

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I awoke again this morning
With the scent of Autumn in the air.
It invigorated my spirit
End of summer’s almost there.

I can feel a building of excitement
As the season’s change again
The urge to gather nuts and stores
Ready for the onslaught
Of winters wind and rain.

I usually feel a sadness
When Summer’s almost done
But I’ve had my fill of sunshine
So now  Autumn…  bring it on!

 

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Day 6: The space to write

I like to write in solitude
A space that’s just for me
A space of personal heaven
A space where thoughts run free.

Though sometimes contemplation
Requires mere dictation
So mobile phone
And me alone
Express those thoughts in motion.

But choice for me
Is cup of tea
And silence
Solitude
In any room
That’s anywhere
That’s just my habitude.

Tuesdays of Texture – Sandy Memories

A moment in time
Captured in sand
Soon gone forever
As sea covers land.

Enjoying it now
As it won’t return
Redundant nostalgia
No reason to yearn.

This week’s contribution to Narami’s Tuesdays of Texture (de monte y mar).

Day 10: Pleasure, Sonnet, Apostrophe

Sonnet to Nature

O profound contentment nature brings
Each and every waking day
To wake and listen to the birds
Sing songs of vast array.

As morning dawns and chorus fades
To gentle bursts of song
To garden shed to pick up spades
For garden work I long.

Now robin’s spied a spade at hand
With eyes agog he’ll wait
For me to move it like a wand
Exposing worm and grub to fate.

To him – I magic up an easy meal
To me – this life of mine can seem surreal.

Day 8: Flavors, Elegy, Enumeratio

Flavours with a Touch of Nostalgia

I’m not hooked on any flavour
More enthralled by variety
The simple things they taste the best
And deliver, or create satiety.

There’s fresh apples off the tree
Strawberries from the banking
And herbs galore, couldn’t want for more
For all of this I’m thanking.

Most food these days doesn’t taste of much
So I opt to grow my own
No chemicals are added because I value life
And believe your reap what’s sewn.

Now the taste of my potatoes, well
Transports me back in time
When life was just and fair and slow
Crammed full of flavours every day ‘til my enforced bedtime.