Autumn days of home
The soft pitter patter of light rain descends,
the rays of sunshine leak through the leaves
reaching my face like a lover's touch,
offering warm moments as I walk through the funnels of foilage
that arc along the by-roads and botharins of home,
I walk and forget and reminisce all at once,
The cows stare and watch without understanding
and still I'm glad they are there as a calm company,
My heart slows,
My mind eases,
The road begins it journey to its end,
reality returns as a reminder to my life,
A brief moment of serenity in the gloaming
all too soon floats away and gone.
The soft pitter patter of light rain descends,
the rays of sunshine leak through the leaves
reaching my face like a lover's touch,
offering warm moments as I walk through the funnels of foilage
that arc along the by-roads and botharins of home.
Polymath man
Very readable Melancholy musings. Nicholas, how are you? I have a book belonging to and would like to return it.I am in Tralee frequently, when and where might you be found?
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Long time no talk, I don't mind really, the book is yours if you'd like to keep it, other than that, I'm going to try and get back into this blog so just contact me through this.
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