fallen leaves lie scattered
yesterday’s doubts discarded
insulating the seeds of hope
through winter’s long chill
This week’s pictures were taken at the meadow during November. I thought they looked different enough in black and white that I could use them despite having shared the coloured versions only a few days ago!
I hope you like them.
gain insight in ascent
awakening emotions stultified
by society’s strictures
gain closure in descent
revisiting issues locked within
gain wisdom with each step
overcoming life’s adversities
so true joy can be found
This week’s pictures were both taken at Harlow Carr, an RHS garden in Yorkshire that I visited a few week’s ago.
I hope you like them.
cross the white bridge
transitioning from autumnal dreams
into the bleak reality of shadow-cast days
awakening to discover the wisdom
of the winter crone
echoes over the lake’s expanse as
small feet kick tumbled leaves into
of chill air nipping at unmuffled skin
whilst safely enclosed in loving arms
with ducks to feed
see reality mirrored in reflections on the water
a semblance of the otherworld glimpsed through the lake’s portal
with a change of perspective truth is revealed
I took a walk around Hartsholme Lake yesterday. The reflections on the water were lovely.
metal pealing against cobblestones
in a chiming of bells
as dreamlike figures ghost by
a cavalcade of spirits
messengers from the past
bearing warning from a time of
division and strife
for those who care to listen
This week’s photo was taken at an English Civil War reenactment in my home town of Newark-on-Trent a year or so ago. The figures on horseback were the messengers from the parliamentary forces who carried the terms of surrender for the royalist town. If you’d like to see more pictures from the event, you can check out my post about it here. If you’d like to learn more about the history behind the event, check out my mum, Millie Thom’s, post on it here.
descend into the earth
and find shelter within tangled mycelium
warmed by a blanket of fallen leaves and dirt
whilst earthworms coil amidst encapsulated
dreams of sunlight’s return
sleep in peaceful slumber
untouched by the Crone’s icy tears
by the crystalline frosts and bitter snowfalls
as she mourns her fallen consort and
awaits the turning wheel