An Idyll

Today I bring you an idyll written based on a memory from camping by Loch Long in Scotland.  This poem paints a picture of that day for me and hopefully will draw up some wonderful images in you mind's eye.

An Autumn Memory

A crisp clear blue sky overhead,

The water still and clear below,

Trees dressed in their autumnal coats,

Birds sing, and, somewhere, caws a crow.

Mountains stand tall and menacing,

Casting their shadows on this scene,

In the distance a train goes past,

The grass glistens in shades of green.

Autumn leaves on a bonfire burn,

Sending out their musty perfume,

On the water there is drifting,

Smoke, like haze, in evening gloom.

Sun then hides behind the mountains,

Nature’s colours all change their hue,

Everything has lost its shadow,

Sky is no longer clear and blue,

Pinks and reds become the colours,

Through the sky and water below,

The darkness is fast approaching,

All now has a wonderful glow.

Soon night will throw her velvet cloak,

Over all this wondrous view,

The stars will shine like fairy lights,

And moon will glow and sparkle too.

Then when morning star has faded,

The sun will come back out to play.

The sights of autumn will return,

We will have another new day.

Freda (Dec 2008)