“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower” Albert Camus
Autumn Leaves
Bright red, yellow and orange
Just like spring time in Florence
The Autumn leaves are morphing
Like the cooling stars dwarfing
The colours of the trees
As far as eyes can see
Gorgeous and beautiful
More plentiful, more wonderful
Than you could have bargained for
I can hardly wait what more
Autumn has in store
Poetry and Photography
“My poor vision gives me a soft-focus morning. For the first half hour, I kind of wander through my house, and everything is a blur. I put my contacts in when I’m ready to deal with the world” Carrie Ann Inaba
Soft Vision
Sometimes looking at life
Through soft blurry vision
Is like giving up the strife
Moving towards wisdom
Being out of focus
May sound bogus
But it can really be
A very good thing
Photography and Poetry: Camera Lucida Photo Challenge
Week Eleven: Autumn Lane
“By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer’s best of weather And autumn’s best of cheer” Helen Hunt Jackson
Camera Lucida: Autumn Lane
The view from my window
Almost like a suburban meadow
Nature growing wild and free
Only a glimpse of the road I see
The pathway to our house
Narrow and more fitting for a mouse
Black asphalt with a touch of green
Surrounded by colours more gorgeous
Than I ever seen
Mirror mirror on the wall
Which of the seasons
Is the prettiest of them all
Why Autumn of course
Such a nature’s force
“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
Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY
“Until one has loved an animal a part of one’s soul remains unawakened” Anatole France
SL-Week 12: Animal
The Hedgehog,
Thinking he’s a quard dog
Leaping out of the fog
Putting the fear of god
In everyone who dared to gawk
The Squirrel,
Cute with his tail in spiral
He surely ain’t resting on his laurels
So don’t get into a quarrel
You may end up in turmoil
The Donkey,
He is surely no monkey
But rather the spunky
When he is honking
And hoofs on the ground stomping
Photography & Poetry
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
All right, Mr. DeMille, I’m ready for my close-up” Gloria Swanson in Sunset Boulevard
Autumn Close-Ups
When the nature has shed
Summer’s green
The colours of red
Is all that is seen
Leaves and berries
Even the cherries
Shining brightly
So tread lightly
When stepping into nature
Photography & Poetry
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“Aim for the moon. If you miss, you may hit a star” W. Clement Stone
September Moon
The view from my room
A beautiful crescent moon
Lighting the dark night sky
How I would love to fly
High up, up there
Into the stratosphere
And visit the man on the moon
Like shown in the cartoon
Photography & Poetry
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“Keep looking up! I learn from the past, dream about the future and look up. There’s nothing like a beautiful sunset to end a healthy day” Rachel Boston
September Sunset
The evening sky painted red
Unfortunately it was time for bed
But chose to go out instead
And admire the colourful display
Mother nature had sprayed
From her can of colourful paint
Snapped a few pix
Just for the kicks
Before the nightly eclipse
“The storm starts, when the drops start dropping. When the drops stop dropping then the storm starts stopping” Dr. Seuss
Stormy Weather
Thunder and lightning
Onto the ground striking
The stormy weather
Bringing hail and rain
Forget the touch of the feather
No more dreams of the sunny
Time to wake up honey
We are not in Spain
Anymore…
Photography & Poetry
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“If you want to see the sunshine, you have to weather the storm” Frank Lane
September Rain
Rain, rain, rain
Falling down the plain
The little droplets
On the surface
Colours of autumn
Fully in blossom
Rantings Of A Third Kind 