River in shadow, twisting through banks ablaze
With the russets and reds, ambers and apricots
Wealth of nature, invested in gold,
Dropping to earth.
Autumn light and low sun reflecting in water
A landscape of stillness and quiet moments before
Winter storms and cold freezing skies strip
The branches bare.
Creation in temperate lands at its
In glory at its death.
Poem and photo copyright Englepip©
In the Fall
Everything falls earthward
It should be a time of
At Summer’s end.
But Autumn leaves
Turning to their brightest
Puts on her
Across the land
Dancing in the wind,
Because she knows
This is just the beginning
That after a winter retreat
There will be new life
This is not death at all
This is life conquering death
Looking for tomorrow.
Poem and photo copyright Englepip ©
Grey, damp and depressing and
The sun hovers just above the horizon
So that days are short and nights long.
A chill envelops me and I cough
Cough up my guts and sniffle.
Oh for summer months and
warm, long days with flowers
In the garden – a sensation of
Colour and scents and glory
At life so profuse. It will come.
And in the meantime, I will dream.
Words and photo copyright Englepip©
via Daily Prompt: Profuse