Second September Blog. (Equinox-23-9-18)
A poem to cheer on a chilly autumn day.
Sunrise through a milky mist.
Coolness of the morning air.
Flashes of red on silky hairs,
Squirrel, stashing far and near.
Robin, from her summer nest,
Peeking through a cobweb, grey,
Hedgerow branches hide her form
Until for food, she flies away.
Tiny mice gather, from the field,
Fallen ears of whiskery corn,
Filling burrows, winter food,
Before the stubble is all forlorn.
Autumn, in her brilliant hues,
Rich red, gold and orange gay,
The turning year, the low rise sun,
Breeze grows chill, each turning day.
Copyright Evelyn J. Steward. September 2018.
Started on 20-9-18 BLOG.
As I write, there is a strong breeze blowing branches and turning leaves to and fro. The day started dark, cloudy but now the sun shines briliantly in the early afternoon.
The light from my window changes from second to second. Wind-blown branches throw light shadows across the sun’s path, as if the beams are dancing. It is a wonderful day, weatherwise. I have a peaceful day. No pressure to put my
Lunch has been had, perhaps not very healthy but my food, these days, is restricted. I look forward to an afternoon of calm and rest. Possibly watching videos about coffee machines (I now cannot have very much coffee), and watching someone talking about them or coffee, is interesting, but cannot affect me.
I really must utilize my time in this weather by painting more, rather than with my nose buried in this tablet. But it is so bright and relatively peaceful, I am feeling too lazy.
We are often affected by the moods of others around us, or maybe not moods but health issues of others. And so we can be somewhat hampered in our everyday lives. Must tread lightly, for fear we say the wrong thing, at the wrong time.
In this way, we must hedge our bets, tread warily in case we find ourselves in stormy weather ( using metaphors) and have to seek a safe place in which to lick our wounds and regroup.
This week, like many others, has wound on swiftly. Where do the days go? How can we stop the march of time? Impossible it seems. What we really want is for time to go backwards. Not a lot maybe, or perhaps the days to be longer?
Such a long time ago, I was a child. Days long before the Internet was thought of or became a reality. During a world war,an several wars later. Still, I cannot think back. That is pointless. The past cannot be changed.
23-9–18. Todays weather has been wild. And
chilly. A taste of early winter, perhaps?
Take good care, dear readers. It is a wild world out there.