I don’t think you can ever get bored looking out of a window. The scene changes minute on minute from the lighting to the colours to the moods. An ever changing gallery when we stop to look past the familiar to the wonders around us and enjoy every observation. So good for the soul.
The golden days of summer stand aside
Making room for autumn’s copper legacy
Clearing the way for winter’s ebony boughs
And the darkness that will fall upon the Earth
The barren, bleak, harsh cold obscurity
Where frosts will claw at the fallen harvest
Nourishing the deadened yet expectant ground
In readiness for the emerald Spring
And thus too in our own wildernesses
Let dying colours seep and imbue our souls
Milling out of sight in paint pots of anticipation
Until we are ready – once again
Ready to burst forth with radiance
Glorious brightness shining in golden rays
For the seasons of life are ours for the living
In nuggets of renewal; cyclic revival; resplendent
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Hey! Who stole the months
Who scavenged the years
Who hid away days
With no comfort or cheer
As looking back quickly
How fast time just flies
For May’s nearly over
It will soon be July
After June has but ended
Another year gone
A school year that is
But it won’t be too long
Til we’re decking the boughs
With holly and lights
For at this speed too soon
Christmas will be in sight
Ginz&Tonic 