November 1984

 

ah, ‘tis autumn once more

sighs the soul

breathing deeply of the

coloured winds

flying

from far flung

hills

sporting Jacob’s coats

(for a time)

 

scent, sight, sound

the mind assailing

scent of the rain

      wet-blanketing excitement

sight of the leaves

      running through the grass

sound of the wind

      singing lullabies to trees

fight for (and win)

attention (for now)

 

rain falling light

from wind shepherded clouds

washes away the world

and I walk as Adam

before he fell

I fall too

and head for home

 

An other one inspired by the beauty

so easily found at Vanderwater Park