Fay Slimm.

Respite

 

Respite.

 

Oh the gold of an autumn-sun stillness

lighting dusk-shadows in silver gilding

and etching field edges in misty ridges.

 

Time to catch fluttering leaves as they dance

with cool breezes

and to laugh as naked- stiff corn stalks wave

to new born sheaves.

 

Oh the quiet of needed respite times 

before work-hours turn colder and

winter growls around countrysides.