Ever moving
The migration by wind and water
As the sands shift with time
Changing the face
The feel
The look.
As sea laps, wind blows
Longshore drift
Collect
Deposit
Ever moving sands
Passing us by
Marking time
Ever soft and smooth
Nature abhorring a vacuum
Growth and life
Migrating
Evolving
Flourish and wilt
Flower and dieback.
Fixed to an ever-moving
Ever changing due. Clinging to the lip of the sea.
Categories:
dieback, beach, sea,
Form: Free verse
The clocks have gone back
and all is still. The trees are molten gold.
The garden’s dieback mode infectious,
the air is damp and cold.
No texture to the sky,
its sullen grey devoid of shapes
of clouds, and no birds fly.
A melancholic mist shroud drapes
the resolutely silent land,
waiting, knowing change accepting
yet again. A blanket soft unfurled by hand
unseen, the autumn stage directing.
The players now must reconcile
as winter signs unfold
and glad we are that for a while
the trees are molten gold.
Categories:
dieback, autumn, weather,
Form: Rhyme
The clocks have gone back
And all is still. The trees are molten gold.
The garden's dieback
Mode infectious, the air is damp and cold.
No texture to the sky,
Its sullen grey devoid of shapes
Of clouds, and no birds fly.
A melancholic mist shroud drapes
The resolutely silent land,
Waiting, knowing, change accepting,
Yet again. A blanket soft unfurled by hand
Unseen, the autumn stage directing.
The players now must reconcile
As winter signs unfold
And glad we are that for a while
The trees are molten gold.
Categories:
dieback, november,
Form: Rhyme