Autumn Fires

Riding home
through puddles

Mornings with
a crispness in the air
Smelling like autumn
already

Leaves leaving patterns
like little tree paths
on the ground
Old houses
Greet me with a
welcoming smile

All the cracks
like hidden pathways
Transport me to
times gone by

The smell of wood fires
takes me back
To childhood evenings
Roasting chestnuts
in the embers

Watching Dad raking
fallen leaves
All the rustling
reminds me of
Hedgehogs

And autumn walks in the woods
Watching squirrels chase
Each other from branch
to branch

Oh the delights of autumn
When the trees put on
their best show

The best symphony
of many colours
ochre reds, auburn
golden sunbeams

C.Farish

08/09/2017

A Wandering Heart

A wandering heart
isn’t always lost….

but on a journey, searching
of things yet to be seen, heard, experiences
that are yet to happen.
Knowing not to rush past moments
Letting them unfold in their own
time.

After all some things are really worth the wait
Why let yourself be broken hearted?
Everything has a time and a season
Like the beauty of a butterfly

Seasons come and go
some sooner than we would like
others lasting longer than we’d hoped.

Memories somehow frozen in time
parcels, gifts that we hold dear,
Bringing smiles of joy
even things that
are sad make me thankful for the time we had
Back when I was a kid
and you’d say
“Do I know you?”
In all seriousness,
When I knew you were joking
of summer days picking blackcurrants
and you’d tell me stories of long ago.

I loved getting rides in the
wheelbarrow
down the lane.
Then we filled it with leaves
and added them to the fire.

By Carole Farish. March 2012.