Blog 18th Anniversary - As Seasons Change

 Now the air is still crisp,

but with not so much of a bite.
What do we choose when things take a flip,
The right path, even when so dark, is when we do see the light.

It can be the best time of year, to have blooms and buds on shrubs and trees,
when gentle becomes the night.
There can always be so many things to do with busy bees,
and the most joy is to see what is deeply bright and just right.

The mood lifts, or is it just me,
As we ignore fights and diversionary might,
Grow upon our journey forward to be truly free,
To open our hearts without fear or fright.

Time we have can be just spent like a passing night,
like a ship that goes out of sight.
We are born with a fresh page and delight,
We leave behind a trail of memories and likes.

#yongkevthoughts

Autumn Again in the Antipodes

 A Moment of Reflection.

Autumn is a wonderful time in the garden.

Growth may slow, but the flora take stock as the weather cools and take a hiatus from normal activity to restore.

Weeds disappear, the sunlight hours restore and plants prepare for spring.

Not a time to fertilise or induce the soil.  The moon shines brighter and the sun reduces its intensity.

Fauna prepare for the coming winter.

#yongkevthoughts

Spring in the Air

 Spring time is near for the Northern Hemisphere 

Now the air is still crisp,

but with not so much of a bite.

What do we choose when things take a flip,

The right path, even when so dark, is when we do see the light. 

It can be the best time of year, to have blooms and buds on shrubs and trees,

when gentle becomes the night.

There can always be so many things to do with busy bees,

and the most joy is to see what is deeply bright and just right. 

The mood lifts, or is it just me,

As we ignore fights and diversionary might,

Grow upon our journey forward to be truly free,

To open our hearts without fear or fright. 

Time we have can be just spent like a passing night,

like a ship that goes out of sight.

We are born with a fresh page and delight,

We leave behind a trail of memories and likes. 

#yongkevthoughts

The Autumn Leaves

Autumn leaves under frozen souls,

                                                      Hungry hands turning soft and old,
                                                      My hero cried as we stood out there in the cold,
                                                      Like these autumn leaves I don't have nothing to hold.
                                                      (Paola Nutini)

 

Red leaves falling through the branches
making their way to the ground
blowing by the flowers sleeping
no one knows the leaves are leaving.
(Haste The Day)

The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
( Nat King Cole)

The Chestnuts came in yellow,
The Oaks in crimson dressed;
The lovely Misses Maple
In scarlet looked their best;
All balanced to their partners,
And gaily fluttered by;
The sight was like a rainbow
New fallen from the sky.
(George Cooper)

Every stained page is stressed
by a splat of color. Rough-red,
like an old tavern,
        we become hungry birds
and prepare for fall.
Shape and shadow are candied citron
(Mary Hamrick)

You may gather from me
the spring of my youth,
my summer of maturity,
and hold onto with me,
the solace of these days
of remembering
before the frost.
(Judith A. Lawrence)