This Autumn


Summers end,
Gone in a blaze of glory,
As though the trees soaked up the last of the sun,
Then, full-to-bursting 
Came twirling down,
Lining the streets with ribbons of gold
What a breathtaking sight to behold!

Season's change,
In a never-ending-age-old story,
Reminding us all that
God knows what's best
Adorning the holly hedge
With a graceful ochre crown,
And beautifying the streets around this old familiar town.

Crimson, vermillion
How many?
A million?
Carpeting the forest floor,
With leaves and treasures galore,
How I adore
This Autumn.

A Spider’s Skill

October 9, 2021September 14, 2024 ~ Angela Jelf ~ 8 Comments


How doth the little spider be,
A Master of Geometry?
Oh tell me, tell me, if you know,
Where did she learn to weave quite so?

Please tell me little Spider friend,
How many hours did you spend
Creating such a sight to see,
Such skillful lines of symmetry?

Concentric frame,
Installed at night -
A work of art,
By morning light!



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