Autumnal leaves tumbling wishes in threes;
Zinnias zooming high, catching sunbeams;
Glowing mountain ash berries: a magical tea;
Rest in the healing garden of dreams.
like a lace wedding veil,
torn in a March gale;
sailing on scented winds
like fairy wings-
bringing spring’s tingling feeling
of happy, lingering, sunny days.
This poem is dedicated to yesterday’s International Poetry Day and a celebration of spring.
I’m really enjoying our walks in the countryside around Cople. Each day I wonder how many more buds are out, what suprises are there under the hedgerows: daisies, celedine, anemonies and tiny violets. Skylarks serenade us along the paths at the edges of fields and red kites circle above. Our prize is watching the brown hares running along the furrows and sunning themselves. Such beauty is to be savoured every moment!
Autumn’s rosy leaves
Warm our hearts as
We wander along the
Sheltered golden path
Of birch, ash and larch,
Weaving magical tales to
Tell by the glowing hearth.
Happy National Poetry Day!
I love to write poetry, however there’s nothing more perfect to do on an autumnal evening than sitting in my fireside chair with a cup of tea or a glass of Damson gin reading from a favourite poet in one of my lovely old poetry books.
Today we’re celebrating everything to do with poetry on National Poetry Day. Enjoy reading a poem today. 🙂 Who are your favourite poets?