I watched alone by sunlit edge
of pond and meadow touching hands,
those flirting leaves that twitched and swirled,
gold dessication incomplete.
While water ruffling to shore
beneath bowed willows’ trailing arms
pushed tender shards of russet brown
to curl contentedly in reeds.
No harsh sounds to be heard that day
– all living things were hushed and still,
yet autumn whispered in the breeze
and summer hummed a sad farewell.
why say more
when three will do?
I love you
Love my cat
– he’s black
but quite MAD.
summer means lawn bowls
a sport to enjoy, so good
for mind and body