Golden leaves drift gently on the breeze
Whispering through the air, winter is near-
Ing, coldness is raising its fingers of ice,
Reaching, stroking, freezing the earth
And the leaves gather around on the ground
Mourning the mini-death, simulating sorrow
As if there’s no tomorrow, but most of us know
That all-Ready summer is on its way,
And winter’s stay is restrained, contained
To only a few months of the year where
We recover from summer’s unrelenting heat
And so the beat of life continues its circle
Round… and round… in an eternal revolving ring
Around the sun…
©Denise G Allen, 29 April 2013 05:28
Photograph: Author with my cellphone during or pre 2010
Summer’s leaves begin to fade,
Yellowed in the last hot sun;
Morning air is cool and fresh,
Autumn’s slow advance begun.
Growth slows, awaiting frost,
Nights grow longer, colder too,
Lengthened evenings by the fire
Give more time to spend with you.
©Denise G Allen, 21 March 2013 13:19
The early morning air
Has a chilly hint of cold
Whispering in my ear
A sweet reminder that
Autumn is almost here
Summer is moving past
Her flowers withered by the sun
We need the autumn respite
Before the winter comes
©Denise G Allen, 04 March 2013 05:16
I have just received this from my friend, Joan, in Canada, and thought you would enjoy it:
Who said we didn’t evolve from monkeys???
The sounds of birds
fill the air everywhere,
CHattering, chITTering, TWITTering,
ScrEAMs, hOOts and kwAAKs.
Listen and hear,
bring to the fore(ground)
of your ear.
Hark hark the lark,
and the little LAdeDAs,
whilst we work.
©Denise G Allen, 16 February 2013 09:50
Herald of the weather
Hot and humid
At the seaside
Breath is spumid
On the skin
©DGA 14 December 2011 12:49
I awoke to a rain-washed day
With smells of new mown hay,
A clear crisp bite in the air:
The best time of the year.
Winter’s becoming a memory
While summer waits in the wings
With promises of pleasures sensory
Suspended till the Piet-my-vrou* sings.
From Afrikaans piet-my-vrou, literally ‘Peter my wife’, supposed
representation of the bird’s call.
Cuckoo Cuculus solitarius Piet-my-vrou
©DGA 6 November 2011 07:58
The beat of heat
From the sun
Caresses my skin
Draws out the sweat
Helps me forget
I need a draught
A refreshing waft
To shoot the breeze
And be able to breathe
©DGA 26 October 2011 18:25
You stand there naked on the hill
Like an appointed sentinel,
Bereft of all your summer glory,
Your limbs outstretched against the sky,
and silently watch the world go by.
Do you shiver in the chill?
Do you utter the smallest sound
When the frost blankets the ground
And the snow begins to thaw -
Do your roots get cold and sore?
Do you long for the return of spring,
For sunny days and balmy nights,
When children climb your leafy boughs
And raucous rooks perch way up high
To view the landscape beneath the sky?
Image: Willdoo_photobucket.com & Aubreyknight_photobucket.com
©DGA 26.06.2011 07:14