Sky Shop

The sky is my dream-shop;
Where day by day
I purchase the colours
And the shapes
Of all the hopes and wishes
That the wind and air create
Through their movement
And timing.
Morning, evening,
Daytime and night,
Change and renewal,
Loss and finding,
Are all on display.

And my coinage
Is only to look.

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Season Turning

Season turning

The fields have been mowed, the hay is now rolled,

Autumn has dropped all her glorious gold.

Summer just a memory that might came again.

Now Winter approaches with frost, snow and rain.

But with fields that are mowed and hay that is rolled,

With a fire that burns bright to master the cold,

We’ll wait through the Winter; till the trees start to sing,

And the melody tells us we’ve moved into Spring.

 

Goodnight

With apologies to Claudette, whose poem [excuse me; lullaby!}re sleep brought to mind a couple or six I wrote a decade or three ago.  So here they are:
Merrin may remember the circumstances that brought forth the first two.

RING! RING!
Unless the matter’s urgent
Never ring me after nine!
Perhaps you haven’t been asleep,
But I am very, very deep, in mine!
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FAIR EXCHANGE
At nine-fifty you woke me;
To ask my opinion
On feeding wombats.

At eleven-fifty I felt like calling;
To ask your advice
On insomnia!

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THE NIGHT
Sleep!
Where are you?
When I have longed
for you these hours,
why have you eluded me?
My need is real;
Yet you
have denied me
the balm
of your presence!
Come;
I will court you
in earnest
pursuit
if you will but finally
accede to my pleas!
Nay!
Your pitiless answer
echoes and re-echoes
through my
dreamless mind;
in rolls
of unrelieved
darkness.
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NIGHT TIME
My body pleads, “Sleep!”
My mind shrieks, “Think!”
My heart wails, “Weep!”
My spirit whispers, “Pray!”
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ROCK-A-BYE
Hush my pet, and let me sleep!
Don’t you know it’s time to keep
Eyes closed tight in sweet repose,
With lashes soft on cheeks of rose?
Shall I rock you one more time
Until you feel that you are mine,
And know that as the stars above
So shines my heart, for you, with love?
Softly now you drift away
To dream yourself to another day,
I now lay me down my care,
And in gratitude, your slumber share.
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{PS Sorry for the overload folks! But that ought to have helped the deprived to be “knocked out” or “lulled off” -maybe with boredom- by now! Y.A..AW..N..ZZZZZ

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Colour Change

The wind has come a-chuckling
Through the autumn trees.
The leaves are all a-tremble
For fear of any breeze.

Just a tiny puff of air
Can cause them each to fall,
And in a little while
None will be left at all.

Thus autumns’ gracious colour
Will lie at each trees’ feet,
As branches brown then wait
Winters’ icy grip to greet.
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Autumn for Brian

Brian, you said on Claudette’s blog how you loved autumn so here’s some pics from my file of autumn here in this lovely valley I live in, in Tasmania, which you may like to see. {I am not good with the camera like Claudette is though}

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Autumn Thoughts

Autumn is my favourite time:
The heat of summer gone,
Springtime but a memory,
And winter hurrying on.

Golden days of luxury
That money cannot buy;
Warmth of season’s sunshine
Blue of season’s sky.

Time for deep reflection
In my autumn soul
To look for rhyme and reason
That makes me fully whole.

For winter will encase me
Sometime down the years,
But autumn builds my confidence
And takes away my fears.

For memories that will always
Bring this autumn glow,
Will never be removed
By winter’s cold and snow