The sun isn’t rising until after 6.30 so there’s a definite autumnal feel to the air in the mornings and the first leaves are changing colour which prompted this choice for Friday’s poem.
Autumn Garden by Ruth Dallas comes from her Collected Poems, published by University of Otago Press.
The trees she loved are loosening their leaves,
But not for sorrow will they let them fall;
Younger leaves are stirring in the bough,
Now, when the world should pause, the bees behave
As if these were the earliest flowers, beans
Swell and wing on the trellis, apples ripen.
Nothing in the garden looks for her,
The summer flowers are scattering their seed,
The heavy apples dream of other trees.
– Ruth Dallas –