Days

The year’s ninth month is slipping by,

one of sun and brighter sky,

although to end with sad frustration,

rain and flooding devastation.

Home

I love my Homeshire countryside

where I can wander far and wide.

Freedom

I see them soaring, hear their cry

and watch the birds with freedom fly.

Harvest

In springtime seeds and plants take root, 
in autumn nature yields its fruit.

Smiles

Remember, if you’re feeling down,

it’s easier to smile than frown!

Leaves

I see the trees grow broad and tall

then watch the leaves that gently fall.

Autumn

With shorter days and autumn near

warm words I’ll write to catch the ear.

Change

Late summer, autumn, seasons blending,

chill and morning mists ascending.

Birdsong less and colours vivid,

falling leaves, brown, golden, livid.

Celebration

This day for me is an occasion.

One for modest celebration

Words

Sesquipedalian is the word

which sounds more than a touch absurd.

Long words with phrases convoluted

to  florid language most well suited.

Thoughts

My rhymes are sometimes more poetic,

indicative of thoughts aesthetic.

Return to Autumn

Back from westward wandrings I

look sadly at the morning sky.

With shorter days and autumn near

more words I’ll write to warm and cheer.