Autumn Daybreak
Cold wind of autumn, blowing loud
At dawn, a fortnight overdue,
Jostling the doors, and tearing through
My bedroom to rejoin the cloud,
I know—for I can hear the hiss
And scrape of leaves along the floor—
How may boughs, lashed bare by this,
Will rake the cluttered sky once more.
Tardy, and somewhat south of east,
The sun will rise at length, made known
More by the meagre light increased
Than by a disk in splendour shown;
When, having but to turn my head,
Through the stripped maple I shall see,
Bleak and remembered, patched with red,
The hill all summer hid from me.
I chose one of Col's photos of autumn in Houghton Forest for this blog to mark the approach of the season. What this coming autumn will be like I don't know - but it will be beautiful I hope.
And now I have to ask: Will it be my last Autumn? Hopefully not Captain B's as he is a bit younger then me, but at our age, who knows?
Now, as August nears its end, we are having more rain. There was a downpour on Saturday and a small shower on Sunday afternoon as Col was driving me back from the Kingdom Hall. The Green is definitely becoming green again - tough stuff, grass.
It is nice to have Col home on Sunday, though I am afraid I did not manage a Sunday roast dinner or anything. I managed to rustle up the usual lentil/veggie soup followed by fruit and yoghurt. And there was a bit of pork pie left for supper that he had with new potatoes and salad - and ice-cream to follow.
After a stormy night, the sea is sparkling, the sky is blue with clouds scudding slowly across - if its possible to scud slowly. The balcony geraniums are a little battered from the storm but are smiling in the sun.
There is already such a feeling of Autumn in the air. And of course my hope is to have unnumbered Autumns in the restored earthly paradise, alongside Captain B.
I hope we all will.
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