My Psaltery: autumn collection

 

90.

 

Wellies on and dog on-leash

Striding down the mud-pocked path

River flowing, twilight chasing

Through the raining, treed arcade

Raspy golds and ardent plums

Salute and twirl with open hearts

Oranges an octave high

Hold their note beyond the tune

Husky browns with stoic grace

Let go, earthed and resolute

Fainting greens give up the ghost

Bid Adieu and wave goodbye

And then the ruddy ruby ones

Like Celtic mothers, unafraid

Sing out their wandering children’s names

Above the howling roaring winds

To come home

      Of which, I am one

 

1Nov2020

cja

 

 

 

 

91.

 

Leaves may drop

But they don’t drown

Over weirs and muck they ride

Floating free

Bob topside

Faces moist and fearless rise

Gregarious

They congregate

Touching tips they form their train

Prismatic

Irregular

Mille-de-fleur in dark’ning rain

River flows

Strong wind blows

Their numbers rise, so do I

No fear

No doubt

Just grace

 

 

7Nov2020

cja