The Glory Days…

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For some people, Autumn is a sad time, the beginning of the end of the year, when things begin to die.

I have never felt like this, but this year does feel different somehow, and I’m not sure why.

Maybe it’s because of everything that has been happening this year.

All the talk of virus, illness and dying and the futility of it all. 

When I was plunged into the world of caring and checking heart rates and medication, the rest of the world and its problems seemed to fade away.

Watching someone you care for struggle to escape the clutches of the grim reaper is a bit of a wakeup call.

Then we had to wave goodbye to our faithful companion, Merlin, as he staggered over the rainbow bridge. We knew it was coming but it hurt just the same.

See you soon, buddy!

I have always had the mindset that I would live forever, as no amount of close calls and prompting has had any effect on me, up until now. I am beginning to feel differently these days as I’m certainly not as invincible as I thought I was.

And yet…

Every time I step outside into my garden – I still call it that even though it looks like a jungle. Life out there is the same as always. Reassuring, in a way, that nothing has stopped nature in her tracks, at least not in my garden.

At the moment, my jungle is busy appreciating the heavy rain of the last two days. Soaking it all up and revelling in the freshness.

Image by Jaye Marie

Some of the leaves are changing colour but whether that is the result of the long dry summer, or the beginnings of Autumn, only nature knows…

Worth Waiting For…

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Worth Waiting for

I fell asleep in my own bed, woke in another
Spent the night with a beautiful woman
Too soon, I found myself back in my own bed
Hugging air, wishing there were a way
to make the dream world a reality in my own time.
Realising this would take more
than the magic wand of Merlin to accomplish
My footsteps became heavy, my day dull.
The voice in the back of my head
A tormenting whisper, telling me
There is a way to stay beside her
That is when I remembered the date
of the newspaper on the side table,
two years from now, I will meet my future wife.
All I need now, is a way to speed time forward…

©anitadawes 2020

Mist filled Mornings… #Poetry

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Mist filled Mornings

First thing in the morning

When the mist covers the South Downs

I wonder, is Merlin walking those hills?

Hidden by mists of his own making

Looking for something

Anger, frustration

He strikes the ground with lightning

This breaks the hold on his mind

Yet the gate shuts as fast

Half remembered thoughts lost

He stands, supported by the rock

As the sea rages towards his fragile mind

His magic could not sustain

The beauty of his dream

Kingdoms made; round table broken

His love vanished with magic stolen

The golden bow with arrows spent

Lies in his hand, its target long forgotten

His mind will not recall the legend

that he made…

©anitadawes 2020