October 7, 2012 at 2:02 pm (literature, philosophy, Poems, poetry, Shropshire, Stories) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

We missed by one idle moment
the autumn oak leaf held aloft as faerie cup
soon dew dashed, splashed and spilled away;
a gluttonous thrush throating scores
of red rowan berries, dish of kings
one paltry clue left upon the path;
pink tongue of parched rock salt
drinking in the evening air;
a well travelled magic lantern list
and burst still burning through the leaves;
the excitement of ripe Russula mushrooms
spontaneously shattering;
but there is just time to hold one long finger
of the mother of all sunshine
as she combs the trees
bringing burnished heaven to our hillside.



  1. Sharmishtha Basu said,

    fabulous word imagery.

  2. Danny Breslin said,

    Love this one

    • Julia Dean-Richards said,

      Thank you, Danny. I hope you have time to visit back posts, I left some gems somewhere in my cave 🙂 x

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