The early sun lights the grass. Amber leaves wave in the morning breeze, bronzed by the cold. Frost crunches beneath my feet, and the winter-fresh air brings colour to cheeks and nose.
Bonfire night brought the cold wind with it. We huffed our way to the bonfire, steam puffing out like little dragons. Hats, gloves and scarves brought into use. Stood stomping our feet on the grass, attempting to restore feeling. Hands firmly tucked into pockets, huddled against the chill. Oohed and aahed at the explosion of light and sound above. Then, warmed by the chatter, we headed for home, and the heat of the fire.
The recent rain has filled the burn
The small trickle of summer
Now a rush of water
Heading out to water the sea.
I’m told the peat in the water round here makes for excellent scotch whisky. The local distillery seems to be thriving!
I wake with a mind full of angels
Of white feathers and halos
And of more.
Swords and fire
Messages from heaven
I rise, mind still buzzing
Glance out the window
Watch in wonder
As three swans gracefully swim past
Floating serenely on the sea
White feathers gleaming in the sunlight
Heads dipping in among the waves
This year’s cygnet protected
With a fierce love
I watch and wonder
What message God will send
By his angels
This Michaelmas tide.
For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways. Psalm 91:11
Up the lane, between the fields. The cows gaze at us inquisitively over the gate, long lashes skimming brown eyes. The hedgerows are laden with berries, glowing amongst the thorns. The late summer sun warms our backs as we pick, stretching to collect best of the crop. Until, bags full and hands stained purple, we head homewards. Dreaming of bramble jelly and drop scones.
Been a slow couple of weeks as I continue to recover. Health gradually improving but not back to normal just yet. Getting there, though 🙂
The year seems to turn tonight
A nip of cold in the air
Evening’s fire lights up the sky
The first storm clouds of the season
Cast into relief against setting sun
The rain advances across the bay
Blown into the twilight
A violent patter of raindrops on window
Whistling through the air.
Bringing with it
The scent of Autumn