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This post was composed and written in my garden today...an Indian Summer of a day...soporific and leisurely...thoughts and pictures and videos of memories flooding into my head...as the day progressed....and my mind wanders inside itself and then around my garden...I have not had the chance to have a whole day doing something like this for awhile...life can get in the way...but not today...except I did have to come in to feed my tummy and the battery of my netbook...
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bindweed
holding fast
autumn's dying flowers
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autumn hedgerows
blackberries
starlings feasting
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blackberries
simmering in the pan
delicious juice
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green tomatoes
ripening
on the window ledge
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autumn leaves
dancing in the breeze
tabby cat stretching
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last green apple on the tree
wasps feasting
dessert
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hornets
investigating
inside spines of my art books
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lavender
a single bee
investigating every flower
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soporific cat falls off my lap
my netbook sliding too
I wake up
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michaelmas daisies
butterflies
revelling in the sun
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dog heaves a big sigh
places her head
across my legs
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oak trees in my garden
haunting echos
of their shipbuilding past
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wasps
darting
to and fro
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darting movements
among willow branches
leaves falling
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great tit
hopping sideways
up willow branches
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ripening
clusters
blackberries
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last red apple
bobbing up and down in frog pond
a green frog's head pops up...
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virginia creeper
trailing fronds of crimson
cottage's winter shawl
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dew embroidered
silken cobwebs
intricate lacework
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russet
bracken
a fox's tail
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hawthorn berries
misty evening
fairy lanterns
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dawn
tranquil lake
perfect mirror
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weeping willow
sighing wind
rust yellow leaves fall
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silver birch
shining gold robes of glory
setting sun
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honeysuckle
fragrant scent
evening's glow
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mouse
scurrying across road
leaf in gutter
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autumn leaves
in corner of garden
worm sanctuary
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willow
sweeping my path
I put the garden cutters away
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autumn evening
willow paints the night sky
vibrant colours
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swans drifting
on the lake
autumn clouds
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autumn evening
inflamed sky
mosquitoes biting
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abundance of red berries
blackbirds
eat carelessly
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burnt copper orange leaves
oak tree
standing tall
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a knock on my door
one autumn evening
trees shedding leaves
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wind
rustling the leaves
front gate swings
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crimson leaves
scattered
the wind taking them
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autumn moon
absent tonight
diamond bright stars
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since you left
fallen leaves
only willow sweeping
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a charcoal sketch
willow burning
charcoal sticks
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autumn winds blow
leaves falling to the ground
compost
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one autumn evening
a moth fluttered
outside the window
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I sit on my wooden swing
netbook perched on dog's back
writing poetry in autumn
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autumn
willow
waving off its leaves
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brittle
autumn leaves
a skeleton remains
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autumn winds
carrying my thoughts
my words
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my shadow hides
with the dark
of autumn's moon
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buddha
meditates
on an autumn leaf
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a leaf falls
then another
and another
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with each passing day
willow losing
the bristles of her painting brush
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moon in wooden water butt
boat sailing across
a curled brown leaf
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crimson carpet
autumn maple leaves
path of fire
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cool silent autumn night
dawn broke
crimson sky
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autumn moon
travels the sky
just like any other moon
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colours of autumn leaves
varied as words from a poet's pen
leaves of words
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evergreen tree watches
as all the other leaves fall
one by one
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the voice of autumn
speaking in a multitude of colours
and actions
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as I sit here in the garden
writing autumn poetry
my dog cleans the spaces in between my toes
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insanity
the summer mother
who gave up her child in autumn
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her journey of life
autumn coming round each year
the calender already marked
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some leaves
falling too fast
branches prematurely bare
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a sepia photograph
your smiling face no more
continues smiling at me
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no autumn clouds today
only a sea
of forget-me-not blue
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sun journeying
westwards
all day long
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I close my eyes
journeying eastwards
for a moment I return to source
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I was born
and one day I will die
but not this autumn
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it is noon
this splendid autumn day
my tummy rumbles and my netbook needs recharging too
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I made the 'throw everything in' cupcakes...they smell good...now have a fresh flask of tea...netbook 97% recharged...that might be enough...so now a leisurely afternoon eating cupcakes, drinking tea and writing...
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no leisurely eating of cupcakes
dog and I gobble them up
marauding wasps
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dog rests her nose on my netbook
looks into my eyes
I don't have a clue what to write...
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bird bath half in shadow
autumn washing
sparrows
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japanese lantern
disused
a snail explores inside
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leaves in my garden
never swept
I watch them dance
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a hoverfly
studies me
then darts away
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hovering
in the thermals
buzzards
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cats
hidden in the undergrowth
autumn sun peeking through
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I rowed round and round the lake
red autumn leaves
rising with the water level in the wooden boat
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a hornet
comes to share my swing
I brush him away with my netbook
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wasps and hornets
my mind
not quite into poetry
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the soporificness
of this autumn morning
vanished
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my mind fragmented
reassembling cut out pictures
wasps eating my raspberries
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behind the forget-me-not blue sky
diamond bright stars
waiting for indigo's night
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warm dry autumn breeze
I use my eye drops
oh for the coolness of evening
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buddha sits
as always
an ant carries a leaf
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I have just dozed off again
my netbook sliding off my lap
I'll go and get some cushions for the concrete ground...
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east winds blowing gently
honeysuckle
fragrance
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a stream
my autumn coloured jacket
I walked across the stepping stones
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a bee heavily laden with pollen
I remember
and then I forget
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sun moving
further westwards
garden in shadow
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watering cans
red, green, yellow and orange
and a grey/white metal one
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abandoned
spider web
crimson maple leaf
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falling leaves
nature's
abundance
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dry stalks
waving in the wind
their seeds released
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my eyelids heavy
I put my netbook to one side
dog and I sleeping
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well that was lovely i feel like i have been walking through your garden with you :)) Love the visuals you produce in your writings Gen always such a pleasurable experience you give the reader using the art of poetry to express what you see and feel .. really bEEutiful always b x
ReplyDeleteThank you sweet Beez. i sat in the garden on my wooden swing just enjoying writing all day (like I said above) just enjoying the pleasure of writing. I am glad you enjoyed it . gennepher x
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