Posts Tagged ‘autumn’


you take away warmth
cloudless blue skies
fields of flowers
awash with animals
trees heavy with leaves
providing shelter for birds
you replace them
with browns, greys and reds
clouds filled with rain
mists obscuring moors
streams flowing fast
deep reams of mud
seasons bring and take
so many different feelings,
emotions and experiences
be grateful for all of them
and cherish the memories
they bring to you

winter food

Posted: October 18, 2019 in poetry, Uncategorized
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through the seasons mist
the fruit of the branches
broke free falling towards
the core of the earth
crashing down through
water and mud
waited to be carried
away by mammals and birds
to be stored for food
during the winter cold


maturing trees
conspired to shed
their load of seeds
bending their branches
under a swollen sky
and blessing the earth
with a new generation
for the coming year


autumn came to stay
it brought shorter days
brown, curled up edges
on the corners of wallpaper
ceilings leaking, floors
wet and slippy with mud
fruit tossed unceremoniously
over floors, fresh and decaying together
the lights turned on and off
with an unpredictable spontaneity
cats and dogs sought shelter
in the corners of the house
away from droughts and drips
autumn brought feelings of
warmth and comfort too
life slowed down to a gentle
more manageable pace
despite the drips, the droughts, the mud,
the browning, the unpredictability,
despite everything that might seem
off putting about autumn
it was good to welcome
autumn back into my life
like an old friend
with all their faults and foibles
but all the better for them
not despite them
welcome back
my old friend

changing seasons

Posted: September 24, 2019 in poetry, Uncategorized
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trees losing leaves
animals gathering food
vegetation dying
weather getting colder
colours transforming
rivers flowing faster
sun getting lower
shorter days
longer nights
life goes to sleep
preparing for the
changing of the seasons


heather turns brown
leaves flutter into pools of
mud, created by tears of
despair, carried by cavernous
clouds, fleeing across
skies of doom

today as i sit
watching life migrate by
a season going comes
out to play one
last time, one last
day as life returns

nooks and crannies
warmed for one last
time, insects play
the last scene of
their lives before a
sun sets one last time


one more drag on the tab
as it flickers and fades
into the cool sea mist
never to taste his breathe again
the sea stumbles and falls
onto the cold wet tarmac
free at last from the strains
of summer to make hay
with displays imitating life
drunken pub signs
frozen neon lights
are all that remain
of the holiday makers,
caravan movers,
summer shakers,
gone for another year
leaving behind dreams
of love lost,
love found,
love unrequited
in echoes of shells
that creep slowly over grains
of sand that cling to each other
as seaweed crawls over them
hoping to reach fading neon lights
that glint off a beach
that can breathe again
now it is free of the pounding feet,
slamming bodies,
digging of castles,
he watches through eyes
washed by the mist of the sea
signs sing in the breeze
to a promenade where nobody walks
except for a sea
come to reclaim
what has been and gone
as darkness filters in
to sharpen the edges of a
town that slumbers
he lights another cigarette and
tastes sea salt on his lips
as gulls sing one last song


It’s September and even in a world of uncertainty I feel calm and relaxed. Maybe it’s because the warm summer months have now gone and there is a cool, refreshing breeze in the air that makes it easier for me to breath and run that does it? Or it could be the changing of the seasons from bright colours to more subdued but still majestic ones that makes it easier on my eyes that makes me feel calmer? I love September and seeing all the changes around me as children go back to school, my cats fur starts growing longer in preparation for winter and different foods appear in the markets marking the time when we have to start storing food for winter incase we are snowed in. one of my passions is running over the moors and it’s here that I really notice the difference. The colours change from purple swathes of heather to greens and browns making it seem harsh and bleak but I find it magical as these colours sweep before me endlessly rolling over the moors. September and autumn bring longer nights too so we have less time to do what we want to do in the day and while this can be limiting it makes me more productive as I know I can’t leave things till later to do as the later might not be enough time. i understand why people don’t like September and autumn because of the changes but I love being on my own on the moors surrounded by the bleakness of the South Pennine moors, away from people and society and all the problems they can bring. To me it’s truly getting away from it, no phone signal here, and knowing that one wrong move can leave me alone and exposed to the elements with little hope of being found. It gives me a sense of adventure I don’t find with spring and summer when you see someone at every turn and you feel safe. Yes bring on the rain and mud and the solitary experience of being at one with nature that autumn brings for me. Have a great September and autumn everyone.


last week it was warm and dry
no wind, no rain, no mud
i ran free, i ran with ease
leaping over rocks
flying down embankments
soaring over hills
splashing through streams

today my feet are wet and cold
covered in mud, heavy to move
running is slow as i fight the elements
wind rips the skin away from my face
the cold penetrates my clothes
laughing at my futile attempts
to keep it out

in a week summer has gone
and autumn has arrived

blue replaced with endless greys
clear skies with threatening darkness
dry, hard trails are now
thick with layers of mud
puddles litter the paths
leaves dance in the wind
as the autumnal opera begins


heather turns brown

leaves flutter

into pools of mud

 

tears of despair

carried by clouds of hope

flee across skies

 

of blue tinged with grey

as life migrates

a season passing by

 

plays out one last time

every nook and cranny

warmed by dying rays of light

 

insects play one final scene

before lives end

as the sun sets

 

on a barren landscape

that goes to sleep and

awaits the return of life