Sunday, October 26, 2014

Autumns Canvas 2014

Autumns canvas takes shape before our very eyes,
So many vibrant colours with those soft forms,
As once in the spring they grew and made us happily sigh,
In this forest of our choice the winter birds have arrived,
All those special trees with their thousands of leaves,
Drift down from high above but the maples tease,
They'll move along in this cool and quiet breeze,
To colour the trails for all of us too see,
Not a hue competes but its complementary is release,
For now in the woodlands of Marble Range,
Such  winds fell the leaves as the rainstorms never cease.

Sunday, October 5, 2014

Skies of Dusk in Indian Summer 2014

A  knowing look into those brilliant skies,
With the clouds all assembled to guide us out,
Many paths once visible to choose from at French Beach Park,
For earlier filled with colours so memorable,
Now mysterious monuments like lone sentinels wait,
Innocent and really the wild rosebushes,
And many a wind blown trees of the mountain ash forsake,
Only these Indian Summer dusk events,
Could cast this glorious light and a veil so precise,
Too leave us all in silhouette but shame the passing gales,
Everything born to be natural waits in silent beauty,
As now we all move along in perfect harmony,
Like the gentle song of rustling alder leaves,
Calling to guide us closer into their familiar grove,
And we leave the skies of dusk in Indian Summer so pleased.