The autumn leaves remind us of a growing season over.
There are berries in the hedgerow, but no flowers on the clover.
From cottage chimneys wood-smoke curls, and daylight sooner ends –
Lamps shine out from windows, for family and friends.
A drizzle falls in droplets fine –
Makes pathways shine.
This post was inspired and prompted by the ‘100 word challenge’ here.
(Just fifty words, plus the three ‘prompt’ words, were allowed this time.)
As I looked out of the window on Wednesday morning, it seemed that the unseasonal weather had ended at last. The autumn heatwave, which will, no doubt, go down in meteorological history, was evidently finally over. Rain had fallen overnight, and cloud cover remained at what the experts once called ‘eight over eight.’ A few garden flowers still seemed reluctant to submit to the inevitable entrenchment of ‘the fall.’
On Thursday, typical equinoctial weather prevailed – a cold start, wind, a mild noon, showers, and a cold finish; the cacophony of roosting birds occurring noticeably earlier. All the flowers were withered. All? Not quite…
This post was prompted by the ‘100 word challenge’ here.
It is based on my own observations over the last few days.