Local Beauty

We should never underestimate the local beauty that surrounds us when we take the time to look.

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All photos by me

I’ve changed the poem as I think this one more fitting to the photos.

Autumn Sonnet

Winter comes stealthing … it’s 5am dark,
Silent and chilly; August hangs her head.
A wet summer trails to an autumn, stark,
The seasons have become confused, misled.
In light’ning sky sunless louring clouds leer,
Pensive garden, summer still, holds its breath,
In blowsy brash overblown garb this year,
Scents of autumn waft a whispered caress.
Look! The birds still want to wake earlier.
Rising sun shifts the black night then wakes us;
Dew-laden day assists the courtier
Who with the sovereign sun will shake us,
Awake. Autumn day you may have dawned grey,
But we must get up and join in the fray.

Polly Robinson © 2012

 

Totleigh Barton Photos

Here are some photos of the glorious autumn colours around Totleigh Barton, Devon. I’m just back from five days studying form in poetry with Mimi Khalvati and Sean O’Brien at Arvon. We had a great time. Lots of learning about meter, rhyme and other poetic things. Plus ‘cooks and bottle-washers’ for one afternoon only. It was a pleasure to cook great local food, in the company of some talented poets, supported by the Arvon team. Now saving my pennies to do it again some day

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Autumn Wonder

Hips
Geoff Robinson © 2012

Haws
Geoff Robinson © 2012

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hips and haws, tomato red,
Old Man’s Beard has left a thread,
Feathers strewn in flowerbed,
I wonder at these things.

Now the hawthorn haws are here,
The hips from roses every year,
So many things could interfere,
I wonder at these things.

I’ve looked at things from high and low,
So many wonders they bestow,
There is much mystery we outgrow,
I wonder at these things.

The winter wonderland unfolds
As autumn fades to story told,
Frosts and damp and biting cold,
I wonder at these things.

It truly is another show,
The rain comes down, wind whumps and blows,
While warm indoors we start to glow,
I wonder at these things.

I’ve looked at things from high and low,
So many wonders they bestow,
There is much mystery we outgrow,
I wonder at these things.

Polly Robinson © 2012

Autumn ~ Geoff Robinson © 2012

Autumn Dawning at Six in the Morning

Birds in a row (Photo credit: The Wren Design)

Still dark at 6am, winter draws on,
I wait for the dawn and look up beyond,
Listen for the chorus that can only
Be seconds away. Come birds I’m lonely.

Hark? Do you hear them? The birds! Warbling birds.
They wake! They wake, wake and greet the new day,
Good morning, morning they cheerily say,
Wake sleepy world though the morning is grey.

Polly Robinson © 2012