From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
......
Old elm that murmured in our chimney top
The sweetest anthem autumn ever made
And into mellow whispering calms would drop
When showers fell on thy many coloured shade
And when dark tempests mimic thunder made -
While darkness came as it would strangle light
With the black tempest of a winter night
That rocked thee like a cradle in thy root -
How did I love to hear the winds upbraid
Thy strength without - while all within was mute.
......
There was three kings unto the east,
Three kings both great and high,
And they hae sworn a solemn oath
John Barleycorn should die.
They took a plough and plough'd him down,
Put clods upon his head,
And they hae sworn a solemn oath
John Barleycorn was dead.
......
On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue;
I saw the danger, yet I walked along the enchanted way,
And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.
On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge
Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion's pledge,
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay -
O I loved too much and by such and such is happiness thrown away.
......
I do not know the day
my pain will end yet
in the little garden
I had them plant
seeds of autumn flowers
In spring, the colors twirl with light,
but softened blues evade my sight.
The blooms, they hover, paint the air,
as my world's palette begins to wear.
Hues of the sky and a lazy stream,
once so vivid, now a fading dream.
The vibrant greens dance in the trees,
and for me, they blur to hazy seas.
......
Red and yellow, purple and brown, orange and green,
a kaleidoscope of colours in glorious Sheen
and throughout that panoramic landscape scene
a palette of autumn colours could be seen
Each leaf was adorned with itsβ seasonal hue
splendidly dressed as it sprang into our view
awaiting the right time to fall to the ground,
where kids could have fun kicking them around.
I was a productive, proficient painter, long captivated by the manifold colors,
An infinite parade of hues and intensities, like tales of a thousand summers.
I worked daily at this irresistible passion, which made long, golden hours fly,
As sun stains skies in its final burst of passion, prior to a pretty day going by.
My creative work was quite rewarding, granting such joys of self expression,
Like rare pearl thrills often derived, from fragrant, dusky moonlight sessions.
Faithful spring faded, with fond memories of buds, when friends came to call,
......
Rich
colors
fly away
Southbound birds too
Lovely November
of lonely skies
pink clouds glide
Sun sinks
rich
From the silver sky
The autumnal dawn splashes
Our sleeping green earth
-November 01, 2023
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