Another beautiful early Autumnal morning. There is a totally different smell to the early mornings and the morning light seems to gradually appear without any pomp. Each of the seasons is so different and very similar here in Ireland. I heard a comment recently which described Ireland as beautiful green expanses under a sky that has every tone of grey imaginable. Which is very true.
For many the absence of sunlight here can be draining. I have avery good friend who adores sunlight and heat. As soon as the sun appears she is there gathering strength form it.
I came across this poem a short time ago and after rummaging through one of my journals. I hope you enjoy this extract. It is by Marshall Gebbie Australian born but lives in New Zealand. He states he is “a poem writer for the average Joe”. He certainly speaks to me. I found this poem on https://hellopoetry.com/poem/201060/warmth-of-autumn-sun/
Turquoise in the morning light
The treetops are alive
With the myriad of birdsong
As the swirling mists arrive
And the shaft of brilliant sunshine
Penetrates the greenish gloom
To illuminate the craggy ridge
In a honeyed, golden bloom…..