I was sent this collection of poetry anonymously with no message, but presumably to share here on the blog for everyone to enjoy, and as it says on one page, as "a tribute to Roland's Wood & all the volunteer workers from all the furry friends and their owners who enjoy the seasons and nature of Roland's legacy and gift."
Like confetti thrown on the church-yard forecourt,
Roland's Wood scatters a carpet of autumn leaves.
Colours of the earth;
auburn reds and oranges, rusty browns and bronzed yellows.
Oak trees in skeletal form, gnarly and silhouetted.
Amongst the seasonal carpet jonquils poke their heads out releasing their perfume.
Ginkgo trees fan the muddy pathways leading through the English woodland.
Sophie bounds ahead, white tail wagging in anticipation.
Blue spruces, oaks and copper beeches,
rhodo's beside tiny pink and white flowered magnolias.
The late afternoon reveals the shadowed contours of the surrounding hillsides.
Arum lilies with bright yellow stamens contrast against the rocky edges of the cloudy pond.
As we walk the steep incline I scan the tops of the tree-lines balding as the cool days pass.
I admire the decorative bark which now takes pride of place as the leaves
fall from their dwelling.
This season fills my soul with a peacefulness; ,
the same feeling of serenity and calmness that the sea offers my being.
The scent of mildewed foliage and damp grass reminds me of the approaching winter when
the walks will be earlier and the nights longer.
The winter offers sanctuary to ponder and rejuvenate before the rebirth of spring
when the scented fragrance will fill the air in Roland's Wood
as the bulbs of spring will brighten the muddy corridors of Sophie's daily trail.
(First poem here, two more to come in later posts.)