Autumn came in today
With a flourish of rain
a sweep of wind
and a breath of cold
Darkness is encroaching
through our evenings
the mornings darker
every day get
The birds are flocking
ready for the off
others will flock in
to rest here for winter
As life fades steadily
leaves turn from green
white horses ride the waves
in the harbour across the wall
The last week
of the seventh month
summer's over
welcome autumn
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Autumn
As the wind blows east
from distant climes
a hint of warmth
brings summer's end
The clouds now build
for the autumn's strife
between cold and warm
as the sun sinks south
With the equinox gone
leaves are turning
berries throng the trees
and birds heading south
Colour will soon fade
leaving just brown
yellow and black
as winter looms
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from distant climes
a hint of warmth
brings summer's end
The clouds now build
for the autumn's strife
between cold and warm
as the sun sinks south
With the equinox gone
leaves are turning
berries throng the trees
and birds heading south
Colour will soon fade
leaving just brown
yellow and black
as winter looms
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As clouds sweep by
painting the blue
that is the canvas
of the sky
Branches sway
leaving leaves to tremble
as they prepare
for their final fall
The sea is restless
its incessant motion
ruffling the waves
in the endless wind
Autumn is digging in
for the short haul
some two months more
and it's solstice time again
Equinox 2015
As night and day
shake hands
this autumnal
equinox
The leaves tremble
as ocean winds
seek to tear them
off their tree
Long gone
are the light summer nights
long ahead
are the dark winter days
The starlings
in their murmurating millions
have flocked south
ahead of the stately goose
From the Pole
darkness
will now march
steadily south
Whether in golden sun
or screaming storms
autumn is here
as the year declines
shake hands
this autumnal
equinox
The leaves tremble
as ocean winds
seek to tear them
off their tree
Long gone
are the light summer nights
long ahead
are the dark winter days
The starlings
in their murmurating millions
have flocked south
ahead of the stately goose
From the Pole
darkness
will now march
steadily south
Whether in golden sun
or screaming storms
autumn is here
as the year declines
Autumn falls
The barometer dips
a few millibars further
The sun dips
imperceptibly lower
A calmness descends
from the frenzy
and bustle
of summer
Clouds laze
at groundlevel
Or exceed the speedlimit
high high above
Leaves cutting
loose
from the trees
they once fed
Birds gather
anxiously
frittering
in huge flocks
The mercury
heads down
generally making for
zero
Night conquers day
the moon rises higher
The aurora swings
its green curtains north
Orion begins
his march
across
the freezing sky
Autumn falls
like the leaves that drop
Winter looms
in the morning dark
a few millibars further
The sun dips
imperceptibly lower
A calmness descends
from the frenzy
and bustle
of summer
Clouds laze
at groundlevel
Or exceed the speedlimit
high high above
Leaves cutting
loose
from the trees
they once fed
Birds gather
anxiously
frittering
in huge flocks
The mercury
heads down
generally making for
zero
Night conquers day
the moon rises higher
The aurora swings
its green curtains north
Orion begins
his march
across
the freezing sky
Autumn falls
like the leaves that drop
Winter looms
in the morning dark
Equinox
Another eclipse
shines over southern ice
Another equinox
looms a week away
The wind rises
for an all night blow
The first of many
a winter's gale
Three hours down
morn and night
The day shorten
the night is now dark
The merry dancers
flick the northern sky
in place of the
midnight glim
As the mercury shivers
to the bottom of teens
As the wind buffets
irreverendly
Summer is leaving
It's been brief
Winter is looming
not long to go
shines over southern ice
Another equinox
looms a week away
The wind rises
for an all night blow
The first of many
a winter's gale
Three hours down
morn and night
The day shorten
the night is now dark
The merry dancers
flick the northern sky
in place of the
midnight glim
As the mercury shivers
to the bottom of teens
As the wind buffets
irreverendly
Summer is leaving
It's been brief
Winter is looming
not long to go
Autumn
Slowly the night draws in
to meet the day
at the going out
of summer
A coolness tending
towards the chilly
colours creeping
into the leaves
The frantic rush of summer
calming down towards
the limpid calm
of an early autumn day
The sun moves west
reflecting brightly
in motionless
water
Windows on the west
at equinox time
Windows on the east
a September morn
The last midge bites
the first autumn storm
looms in the near future
Autumn is here
to meet the day
at the going out
of summer
A coolness tending
towards the chilly
colours creeping
into the leaves
The frantic rush of summer
calming down towards
the limpid calm
of an early autumn day
The sun moves west
reflecting brightly
in motionless
water
Windows on the west
at equinox time
Windows on the east
a September morn
The last midge bites
the first autumn storm
looms in the near future
Autumn is here
Saturday morning
Stripes painted on the ceiling of the skye
Stripes made of grass
now withered
for winter
A steady breeze from the east
paints lines on the water
making for the west
an anomalous run
The last leaves
heroically clinging
to the bushes
lining the road
We have the best weather
with a reputation for the worst
Quite good for late November
Winter, though, is nigh
Stripes made of grass
now withered
for winter
A steady breeze from the east
paints lines on the water
making for the west
an anomalous run
The last leaves
heroically clinging
to the bushes
lining the road
We have the best weather
with a reputation for the worst
Quite good for late November
Winter, though, is nigh
Autumn day
Rivers running down the glass
Distorting the view outside
A rapid patter of drops
and an impatient buffeting by wind
Visibility quite poor
but there isn't much to see
today is an autumnal day
as chill makes way for mild
Darkness falls near four fifteen
and daylight's getting very short
Six weeks left till solstice day
and we'll hunker down some more
Bowed down into the wind
Minimising time outside
warmed by a cosy fire
ignoring mother nature's ill temper
Distorting the view outside
A rapid patter of drops
and an impatient buffeting by wind
Visibility quite poor
but there isn't much to see
today is an autumnal day
as chill makes way for mild
Darkness falls near four fifteen
and daylight's getting very short
Six weeks left till solstice day
and we'll hunker down some more
Bowed down into the wind
Minimising time outside
warmed by a cosy fire
ignoring mother nature's ill temper
A dreich day
Light fades over the islands
Grey to greyer still
not a ray of
sunshine to be had today
The drizzle hides
what isn't that far off
the breeze shakes
the now bare branches
From sun-soaked seas
to the northern Hebrides
a final hint of distant
summer wafts our way
Soon the edge of mild
will move away east
leaving us with crisp
and once more chill
A grain of hail
a splash of wet snow
winter draws near
dark at half four
Look north for the
merry dancers
a moving green
curtain down from the pole
Even further north
beyond the land of fire
no sunshine at all
on solstice day
Grey to greyer still
not a ray of
sunshine to be had today
The drizzle hides
what isn't that far off
the breeze shakes
the now bare branches
From sun-soaked seas
to the northern Hebrides
a final hint of distant
summer wafts our way
Soon the edge of mild
will move away east
leaving us with crisp
and once more chill
A grain of hail
a splash of wet snow
winter draws near
dark at half four
Look north for the
merry dancers
a moving green
curtain down from the pole
Even further north
beyond the land of fire
no sunshine at all
on solstice day
November
Low sun
pale blue sky
bare branches
a cold wind
Dark green losing
colour to palest hue
Leaves gently
drift down
Demure yellow
before falling
Standing out
in final glory
Riches in berries
seeds being scattered
in the blanket of leaves
new life in waiting
Dark clouds speed in
the wind lifts its voice
the command is heeded
Leaves scatter
Distant hills don
their white caps
the sun now sets early
ice glazes what rain has wetted
The signal is raised
The window is open
For the voice of the North
To sing the final of the year
pale blue sky
bare branches
a cold wind
Dark green losing
colour to palest hue
Leaves gently
drift down
Demure yellow
before falling
Standing out
in final glory
Riches in berries
seeds being scattered
in the blanket of leaves
new life in waiting
Dark clouds speed in
the wind lifts its voice
the command is heeded
Leaves scatter
Distant hills don
their white caps
the sun now sets early
ice glazes what rain has wetted
The signal is raised
The window is open
For the voice of the North
To sing the final of the year
A warning of winter
The last leaves gently float down from the trees
Their dried out husks rustle along the ground
in the cold autumn wind, gathering up
in sheltered corners
Proud stand the clouds, with their white crowns
Robes of white and grey flowing
Rain? No, hail and snow, bitterly cold
The north wind carries a deep bite
Slush in secluded corners from
forgotten hailstones, which have omitted
to melt and will freeze
after the setting of the wan sun
A ribbon of black slopes gradually up
angling over the broad shoulders
of the dark grey mountains
No slush here, just a layer of snow
Go carefully, follow the tracks
if not already filled in by new snow
Here where it's high up, winter has come
But it's yet shy of the seashore
Up by the tops, wearing a trial bonnet
of unwashed white
the winds howl unimpeded
shouting an early warning
Come morning, autumn will have returned
No whites, just dark greens, browns and greys
But for how long?
Until winter truly comes.
Their dried out husks rustle along the ground
in the cold autumn wind, gathering up
in sheltered corners
Proud stand the clouds, with their white crowns
Robes of white and grey flowing
Rain? No, hail and snow, bitterly cold
The north wind carries a deep bite
Slush in secluded corners from
forgotten hailstones, which have omitted
to melt and will freeze
after the setting of the wan sun
A ribbon of black slopes gradually up
angling over the broad shoulders
of the dark grey mountains
No slush here, just a layer of snow
Go carefully, follow the tracks
if not already filled in by new snow
Here where it's high up, winter has come
But it's yet shy of the seashore
Up by the tops, wearing a trial bonnet
of unwashed white
the winds howl unimpeded
shouting an early warning
Come morning, autumn will have returned
No whites, just dark greens, browns and greys
But for how long?
Until winter truly comes.
The promise
As colour fades from the evening sky
A promise of renewal the next day
Whether sunny, cloudy, rain or snow
Colour will return another morn
The last leaf drifts down to earth
Nuts litter the woodland ground
A promise of renewal the next year
Life will return another day
Winter cold approaches from the north
As daylight hours diminish by the day
Soon white will dominate the land
Accentuating what colour is left
As snow blankets the sleeping soil
And fierce winds strafe the land
Green curtains flow in the distant north
And stars are seen for longer than the sun
But when winter's grasp seems fiercest
Unbreakable it would seem
Green tips pierce the frozen soil
And delicate blooms emerge
From underneath the warm white layer
The promise is fulfilled
And soon the winter cold takes flight
With light and colour restored
Eventually day and night equal in length
The snow retreats to the mountain tops
Life recurs, gambolling in play
As lambs fulfil the promise of life
A promise of renewal the next day
Whether sunny, cloudy, rain or snow
Colour will return another morn
The last leaf drifts down to earth
Nuts litter the woodland ground
A promise of renewal the next year
Life will return another day
Winter cold approaches from the north
As daylight hours diminish by the day
Soon white will dominate the land
Accentuating what colour is left
As snow blankets the sleeping soil
And fierce winds strafe the land
Green curtains flow in the distant north
And stars are seen for longer than the sun
But when winter's grasp seems fiercest
Unbreakable it would seem
Green tips pierce the frozen soil
And delicate blooms emerge
From underneath the warm white layer
The promise is fulfilled
And soon the winter cold takes flight
With light and colour restored
Eventually day and night equal in length
The snow retreats to the mountain tops
Life recurs, gambolling in play
As lambs fulfil the promise of life
Autumn
The golden light of autumn
streams in from the west
puffballs of clouds
sometimes drops of rain
The lanterns of red fuchsia
gently sway in the cool breeze
cripsed leaves float from the sycamore
as autumn closes summer away
The watchers stand reflected
in the mirror of the sea
A beacon to the east
looking out for those seeking guidance
Soon the evenings will have no sun
Orion marching up the nighttime sky
Fierce winds blowing in the winter
Gentle snowflakes on cold solstice air
streams in from the west
puffballs of clouds
sometimes drops of rain
The lanterns of red fuchsia
gently sway in the cool breeze
cripsed leaves float from the sycamore
as autumn closes summer away
The watchers stand reflected
in the mirror of the sea
A beacon to the east
looking out for those seeking guidance
Soon the evenings will have no sun
Orion marching up the nighttime sky
Fierce winds blowing in the winter
Gentle snowflakes on cold solstice air
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