Poetry Blog by Jill Ashforth (autumn)
The crisp, golden colours of autumn foliage
set a backdrop of warm russets and oranges along the side street.
They glow as the bold shapes of the street lights cut through them,
angular and steely, petrol blue in the twilight.
Dusty, dark bark against the flutter of soft, yet crumpled orange leaves.
So delicate, so beautiful and so impermanent like the heady days of a butterfly.
Monday 28th October 2019 5:57 am
Damp and beautiful,
bubbles, rings rippling in the deep, waters deep.
Damp light, patches of pink, yellow and blue,
moving along the rain soaked path.
Umbrellas bobbing, dogs snuffling amongst the leaves, sniffing.
The smell of damp, dirt and soft wood drifting through the air.
Colour, damp and beautiful in the light.
Berries glow, jewels amongst the leaves.
Flowers strewn ...
Tuesday 22nd December 2015 8:19 pm
Shadows dance in my head,
I dream of time in slow motion.
Shadows that drift into focus,
and into sunlit spaces where they dance in my head.
Softly I turn amongst leaves, turn, turn gathering light and texture
in bundles, simply, soft, falling, turn, turn.
Falling into beds of leaves.
Carpets of colour soft beneath my feet.
Blue, black boots, standing, swathed in...
Tuesday 22nd December 2015 8:07 pm