Four days left
of the month of May,
I hope they’re all
just like today.
Crisp in the morning,
sunshine at noon,
pink clouds at sunset,
which came very soon;
as dusk filtered down.
from a darkening sky,
and the day bade a last
What a bounty from autumn
has come with this day,
almost at the end
of the month of May.
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Today I’m just grateful to be me,
To live in a land beautiful and free,
To be at home where I love to be.
Huon River, Tasmania
Imagine if the world
were only black and white!
If day held only these
and also then did night.
I am so glad there’s colour
in everything I see,
For it’s beauty and it’s bounty
each day blesses me!
Autumn Au Revoir
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.
Jigsaw puzzle material
Red, red leaves
Minding the gate
Through the gap
Red, yellow, and green
In the valley
Against the blue
Looking into glory
Hope you enjoy the results of my search for Autumn today!
Girl 3 is getting “homesick” for the sight of this beautiful range of mountains so I am posting some old pics for her-and you- to see.
For around fourteen years I lived in a home that looked over the valley and up to these lovely peaks. They were a source of ever-springing joy to me, whether in summer when they were bare of snow and the purple shadows shaped their gullies, and cloud shadows sailed their drifts across them. They had a “morning face” when all was clear and easy to read. During afternoons their shades came down and one could only guess at the secrets they held within their folds.
Then in late autumn, or throughout winter’s gloomy days, they donned their mantle of white and crowned the valley with their august presence.
I understand your missing them Girl 3!
They are indelibly imprinted on my mind and my heart, even though they may be hid from my eyes, except on rare occasions when I pass beneath their towering, yet friendly peaks.
“Ah, let us go to the mountains, where the peace and solitude of nature rule.
And we may forget for a time, the things of the world that are hurtful and cruel.”
Snowy Range, Huon, Tasmania