Poems and short stories
by Dominic Windram
Watching the leaves fall:
Notions sketched but not pursued.
Light filters through trees
Autumn is here
Autumn has arrived
In a heap of coloured leaves:
Reds & golds & browns.
The cold, dark November dawn brings the rain.
It splashes, splutters on window panes.
The wind, as if in despair, moans and howls.
The rusty coloured leaves are scattered around.
I can feel its icy breath
On the morning wind.
A Winter Prayer
When autumn completes its final fables,;
When its rusted red and golden brown dreams
Have passed. Like the wise animals, I will
Hibernate and wait for the first snowflakes
Of winter to arrive. They will cover
The earth in a soft, feathery carpet.
O I shall pray and give thanks and praise to
The Creator, for all the bright colours
And intricate shades of the four seasons.
In winter, they terminate in quiet,
Ghost white sleep; and begin again in spring
With a sumptuous flash of pink and green.
Diamond glints of ice:
In the blurred splendour of dreams;
Scent of pinewood trees.
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