My garden is only a couple of years old but gives me great delight to see its growth.
I love the sky in all it’s different colours and cloud shapes, and cannot resist grabbing the camera when I see the changing beauty of it. This is a Photo from my Cloudscape folder.
Today I went looking for Autumn,
And found her in brightest attire,
With yellows, golds, orange and red,
Her gowns seemed almost on fire!
I gazed my fill of her lovely face,
For I know she will not stay.
One morning I’ll look out my window,
To find she’s left me a winter’s day.
Hope you enjoy the results of my search for Autumn today!
The leaves are turning colour once again it seems.
Another season opening my heart to foolish dreams.
But are hearts ever foolish that beat to quiet dreams?
For Autumn isn’t always, and life not as it seems.
The leaves of course will fall from every changing tree,
As branches bare and brown hold out their length to me.
But branches rest when leafless; and when winter storms are past,
The soft green shoots will tremble as life returns at last.
So hope, my foolish heart for springtime’s tender green,
Even when the leaves are red or barest branches seen.