White Ash

9 03 2018

Image

Blonde leaves,

Yellow and gray

In the darkling mist,

Whisper in the Wind

Still and small,

Calm and cool.

Clearly the mist

May not apprehend,

Cannot comprehend the

Coming shimmer, glimmer and

Gleam of this new autumn day.

Despite sight of ice and

Knowledge of night,

Light labors with Sky

Calling and christening,

Flaming and freeing,

Enchanting before winter’s chill.

A graceful blonde forever

Bright, white and beaming

Calm and cool:

Clearly.

D. Raymond-Wryhte

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October 6th

5 10 2015

Shades,

Black almost total,

Makings of masses

For forms soon to perform.

Shadows everywhere, a

Landscape not there, but there.

Something, not nothing.

Things to see,

Yet difficult to do.

As gray and blue band one horizon,

An old earth hints.

The deep, deep sky tells.

Lights reach through darkness,

Some red, some blue,

All white royal and ringing,

Having sounded through the aged past;

 Lights still to hear and heed,

Morning stars still singing for the future,

Constellations of pattern, order, system:

Logos.

Lyrics of light now chant soft

Save one star rising in the east,

A vibrant and crystal silver

Radiating up to highest heaven,

Yet speaking down to lowliest earth.

lakeview sunrise

Leaves breathe a still, small wind

And yield a pleased applause.

An orb blinks beyond hills:

A new day arrives,

Its Sun soaring over fields and into forests.

Poplars proclaim in Spirited delight

Strength the darkness cannot compromise,

Song the darkness cannot comprehend.

Light splashes against maples and oaks,

Casting a spray of yellow, red, and green.

Elms flow as fountains of gold.

Grasses below bow and sway.

Flakes of frost glow like unseen stars.

A stream is tickled into a glistening go.

An autumn dawn.

Unkempt

To everything there is a season,

A time for every purpose under heaven:

A time to bear

And a time to die…

Winter will soon come:

A time for death

And a time for transcending, to be born again;

Baptism in blanketing white water

Unshackling life,

Bringing verity virtue verve verdure.

A cardinal appears amid green,

Bringing glad tidings,

Singing simple joy sounds of

Praise preaching to every leaf:

Peace on earth,

Grace,

Good will.

Kyrie Gloria!





October

20 10 2014

Long hosts of sunlight, and the bright wind blows
A tourney-trumpet on the listed hill;
Past is the splendour of the royal rose
And duchess daffodil.

Crowned queen of beauty, in the garden’s space,
Strong daughter of a bitter race and bold,
A ragged beggar with a lovely face,
Reigns the sad marigold.

And I have sought June’s butterfly for days,
To find it like a coreopsis bloom
Amber and seal, rain-murdered ‘neath the blaze
Of this sunflower’s plume.

Here drones the bee; and there sky-daring wings
Voyage blue gulfs of heaven; the last song
The red-bird flings me as adieu, still rings
Upon yon pear-tree’s prong.

No angry sunset brims with rubier red
The bowl of heaven than the days, indeed,
Pour in each blossom of this salvia-bed,
Where each leaf seems to bleed.

And where the wood-gnats dance, like some slight mist,
Above the efforts of the weedy stream,
The girl, October, tired of the tryst,
Dreams a diviner dream.

One foot just dipping the caressing wave,
One knee at languid angle; locks that drown
Hands nut-stained; hazel-eyed, she lies, and grave,
Watching the leaves drift down.

Madison Julius Cawein

willow creek 2

D. Raymond-Wryhte





High Carnival

19 10 2014

The forest holds high carnival today,
And every hillside glows with gold and fire;
Ivy and sumac dress in colors gay,
And oak and maple mask in bright attire.

The hoarded wealth of sober autumn days
In lavish mood for motley garb is spent,
And nature for the while at folly plays,
Knowing the morrow brings a snowy Lent.

Ellis Parker Butler

tree's eye view





O Hushed October Morning Mild

4 10 2014

O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away.
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost —
For the grapes’ sake along the wall.

Robert Frost

September vines





Woodland Walk

3 10 2014

A Mixed Palette

A Mixed Palette

Cranberry 2

Highbush Cranberry

Autumn Fest 2

Autumn Fest

Autumn Procession

Autumn’s Procession

A Morning's Light

A Morning’s Light

Waterway

Waterway

Vine Country

Vine Country

Unkempt

Unkempt

Color Cascade

Color Cascade

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White Ash

1 10 2014

Image

Blonde leaves,

Yellow and gray

In the darkling mist,

Whisper in the Wind

Still and small,

Calm and cool.

Clearly the mist

May not apprehend,

Cannot comprehend the

Coming shimmer, glimmer and

Gleam of this new autumn day.

Despite sight of ice and

Knowledge of night,

Light labors with Sky

Calling and christening,

Flaming and freeing,

Enchanting before winter’s chill.

A graceful blonde forever

Bright, white and beaming

Calm and cool:

Clearly.

D. Raymond-Wryhte