Hold Hard.
When autumn creeps nearer
with lessening light
hold hard to each space seen
in grey-cloud denseness.
When glimpsing low sunsets
ripping holes in night
for but a few moments know
winter's embedding.
Best then to set every hearth
wood-stooked and ready.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The autumnal sunset picture is of Pendennis in Cornwall - - Hope you enjoy the poem's old Cornish suggestion as winter approaches.
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Ere'bouts weem got thaa natrel gaas see. Gon'suz days o sendin out lad fer a log n'eerin 'im slip ovver in snow.
Brrrrr puts a chill in me reading stuff like your post today especially when sat idle and the old bones feel the cold creeping in.
There's Cornish in my blood but i can't speak the Cornish tongue.
We'll have to get up an hour early to see more daylight then - lighter mornings soon! Nothing else for it. lol.
Angela Here - Thanks for sharing ! No English County can offset the oncome of Winter as Ocober makes way for November - The first Month of Winter ! Bonfire night wont be that same this Year always a fave night of ours ! In our experience Sunsets on a peninsular - like Cornwall - are always more memorable than Essex ! Thanks for sharing photo we love Castles ! When we bought our first Home we made sure it had an Open Fireplace ! There is plenty of *FREE* fallen wood in the Woods near our House & Handiman Brian has an Electric Bench Saw which reduces it to Firelogs ! The sight - sound & scent of an *Open Fire* stimulates all the senses and it produces the best toasted Muffins and we have a hob with a Black Kettle very Rural. Smokey loves watching the Log Fire ! Please check RESPONSIBILITY - Thanks A & B & C
Blessings & Joy & Peace
Love Angela - Brian - Smokey 💛💛💛
Batten down - great atmospheric shorty Fay.
lovely poem Fay, the sunsets around this time of year are stunning!
Those holes in the clouds at evening end and dawns early ight can be stunning, as are your words Fay.
Andy
wonderful picture and words Fay, when viewing sunsets or sunrises near archaic building like castles, my mind always tips to that realisation: these walls have witnessed such scenes for hundreds of years and have watched-over so many generations, as we witness the undeniable sanctity of Nature's majesty
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