October: The month of wellingtons and mackintoshes
Photography and Poetry
“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt” William Allingham
The End of Colour
This is the end of colour
Of the pain and sorrow!
The October rain
Finally came
Lashed down the leaves
Now it’s just heaps
Of gray on the ground
No colour to be found
It is the end of colour
“Travel like Ghandi, with simple clothes, open eyes and an uncluttered mind.” Rick Steves
World Wide Wednesday Presents: Mallorca, Part Four, Night
The evening filled
With colourful lights
Cool wind chilled
Time to head inside
The Aquarium a choice
Listening to sealife’s voice
Sharks swimming in tanks
Where a ship had sank
Luminescent jellyfish
But not served as a dish
Enjoying the night life
Of this little town in south
“You can be the moon and still be jealous of the stars” Gary Allan
The Dark Side of the Crescent Moon
In the darkness
Of the silent night
Staring into the blackness
With only guiding light
The crescent moon
Eyes fully tuned
Watching each step
So not to misstep
From the narrow road
With a stride slowed
The dark side tempting
But towards the light bending
Which side will win
And paint your skin
With its mark
“Ah, September! You are the doorway to the season that awakens my soul… but I must confess that I love you only because you are a prelude to my beloved October.” Peggy Toney Horton
September Contrasts
The contrasts
Of light and shadow
On each surface cast
Like an arrow
Dividing colour
From the darkness
Still much to discover
In the emptiness
And the colourless
Poetry and Photography
“The sun is gone, but I have a light” Kurt Cobain
Black hole Sun
Not the expected bright
Only as black as night
Supposed to be daylight
No use to put up a fight
Maybe later there is a slight
Chance of sunlight
“There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it” Edith Wharton
Darkness and Light
Lurking in the shadows
In the darkest of places
A fleck of light emerges
Reaching out proudly
Out to the meadows
Up to the heavens
To the farthest corners
Daylight reaches
Without any breaches
Darkness and Light
Together they walk
Like Day and Night
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Rantings Of A Third Kind 