Vase with five flowers
There are five flowers visible.
Why are the flowers in different stages?
Can it be life changes?
One flower has not bloomed.
May this be the start of childhood?
Innocence of what may come.
Now there is bright pedals.
Blind of the darkness in this world.
Learning from those before it.
Feeling the weight of aging,
And now the pedals are slowly diminishing.
Not yet to be retired.
The ovule has now fallen.
The water has been digested by others.
Is it time to go?
The flower has completely withered.
The sunflower has lived a full life.
Goodbye to those around me.
aurumn landscape
Autumn the season brings falling leaves, shorter days and long colder nights.
Umbrellas opening, caused by rainy dreary days
Transitions of spiritual movements and thankfulness traditional given on these days
Migrations of many birds and humans alike, to far away places craving long lost warmth
Unique traditions, a lot in family kitchens creating food and loving memories
Nurturing
Leaves are falling, creating showers of beautiful orange and yellow hues
Apple cider and pies with cinnamon can be smelled through the crisp air
Nature is so beautiful in November, showing the changes subtlety that we feel inside
Decorations galore, scarecrows are out and cornucopia are being made
Scarecrows are out scaring birds and playing which children
Chestnuts are roasting, corn maizes are opening and autumn fun is in the air
Autumnal equinox is brewing, Mabon is here !!
Pumpkin pies being baked with as much love as we can take, grandmas laughter is flowing in the kitchen chatter
Enjoy this time, because it won’t last. Trembler autumn goes by very fast.
terrace at night
Stars are shining,
the chitter chatter of soft spoken words can be heard.
Creating a feeling of togetherness while still being alone.
A barmaid seen pacing the isles
Of white tables aligned
Bearing food and drinks of all kinds
Yellow light is seen creating happy atmospheres
Creating life through colors
Making this a world of its own
The outside world can seem so,
Dark and dreary making you feel weary.
Cold and unloving in a late night light.
People laughing , plates crashing
I wonder if they know,
That he draws them in those shadows?
A cold breeze blows
Pine needles fall, yet,
Not one bats an eye.
It must be nice
To sit and eat under such a light
Of a terrace at night .
