Autumn Renga Stockbridge Meadow
An inhalation
A day of smoked amber
Air clear as a glass goblet sun
leaves last golden scorches
Crisp still air hugging a cool blanket
Glistening water jewels adorning grass
Shiny red apples
Falling from trees amongst leaves
golden green crunchy
Hard sun snow melt dried grass
Catch the moment in a pool of glass
As shadows grow long
Living beings cling to rays
Of the setting sun
Colours shift morph over changing
Seasons – moving flavours of our experiences
Winter now on the horizon
I long for spring
Longer days to come
O to be a wild rabbit on the meadow
A carefree life a burrow with family and friends!
We swam the lake
It was slightly too coldWarm pressed together
No greater trepidationJoy hope contentment you!
Everything shifts we
Pass through a transient world
Leaves falling meadow calling
See the moon reflecting in the lake
Direction to the adventures we could take
Snow when it comes will
build palaces of ice on
tree branches fields
Wellingtoned we wade knee deep in mist robins
throbbing song fills our heads with sweet notes
No season for us
we are rocks and stones whose
seasons are millennia
Even in ice we keep written
In frost histories of generations
Spring the waiting game
Fingers of sunlight probe deep
And touch alive
Air and light hold a sharp edged feel
New warmth beckons sun pushes through
Seasons flow like tides
Gently transforming all our
Landscapes to be new
Unbuttoning coat removing hat
Green spears fighting flying upwards
First gold finch feeds
Flashes of yellow red black
An inhalation
Dead trees become leaf through
Cracked shells in the live sky
What stops and freezes
Always dissolves and melts Here’s
the sun rising again!
Writers
Emma Alcock, Steph Clifford, Bruce Huett, Hilde,
Kirstin Bicknell, Barbara Vale Margaret Sparks, Holly,
Jo Chapman (host) Caroline Baker, Janet, Clare Crossman
(master)