And Now.
And now the high heath
crimples its leaves
with furze and ling
to mix drying patches
with summer's brash glitter.
And now autumn seeds
drop in chill breezes
as purpling hills
furnish brown batches
of ferns for first kindlings.
And now hearth-fire needs
adorn cottage beams
hung to greet winter
in old drying fashion
for heat, all hands willing.
And now round hawed fields
life sees winter feed
once more fresh-ripened
for next spring to yield
new offspring thru' foresight.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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A fine write Fay.
Thanks dear Orchi for reading my tribute to autumn.
tis best to be prepared .. and thanks for reminding me to place my log order ...
remarkably atmospherically and of the moment but with that much loved dated feel that you are so good at conveying .................... x
Bless ya my buddy - - thanks by the ton for your comment on my small tribute to the simple life . -- - and hope the order placed means great log fires to toast ya toes by` come winter..........x
Such a concise poetic passing of the seasons.
Exquisite. One for my favs.
And thanking you mightily dear Dusk for the honour of adding this little ditty to your list of faves.
Very well written . Thank you for sharing.
My pleasure is that you enjoyed the writing and thank you dear poet for stopping by.
You are so welcome. You have a good night.
You paint quite a remarkable picture with these lines Fay. Excellent write🙂
Thanking you muchly my friend - - and so the seasons come and they go - - so glad you enjoyed the verse about changes.
Four seasons in the countryside, painted with a time worn brush. It felt of olden times and "hearth-fire" warmness. A beautiful picture in words. - Phil A.
Hello dear Phil and thank you for reading and kindly reviewing my little tribute to days gone by when seasons were harvested for help with hard times. So glad you saw that "hearth-fire" warmness needed such kindling and dried ferns stored well inside small dwellings.
Such classic beauty in your words. There is so much care in their choosing.
Good words Fay those Autumn seeds are coming.
Andy
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