Whitchurch and Llandaff Living Issue 68

AUTUMN LEAVES
Autumn leaves through air are
falling
On breezes soft but soon to chill
To make a cloak on ground to lay,
Of colour mixed in fabric thick,
Of curls, of bends, of withered
veins
To set about in moment's rest
Before a wind along to sweep
To scatter more those would to
stay,
To upward raise a swirling veil
Which may to carry yet wider still
And of a hollow there to pause
That many their way to lose,
And there at last to final stay,
Their life's last hours now then
lost
The tree that bore them dark and
bare
As autumn's face it does to
shade.
David Morris
Llandaff North
THE STORM
"It's time to hibernate," she said,
And she grabbed the blanket
And we snuggled down
While the storm did its worst.
Jane Vincent
Rhiwbina
Seasonal
Poems
GOLDEN LEAF
Golden leaf in my hair,
a gift from the old birch tree.
I gently pull it away and stare
at its wonderful symmetry:
a straight line with a series of Vs
blown to me on an autumnal breeze.
An army of leaves the colour of gold
adorns the grass but will turn to dust
and many more will lose their hold
to decay, as everything must
yet it grants me pleasure, however brief
to caress...a fallen golden leaf.
Guy Fletcher
Rhiwbina
THE MOON
With a face like clocks in halls,
her beams caress the village walls,
And churned up plains
And roofs and lanes,
And through bedroom panes
Onto those who came
To release their pain.
Lea Thomas
Llandaff North
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