Ah hello there you!
Do you like Autumn? I do. It’s such a lovely time of year. Plus October is also my birth month. Watching those colours in abundance and the crispy leaves crunching as you walk along the streets, is such a beautiful mindful experience (ok, it can be annoying when they blanket your garden and you have to fill bags full of leaves)
I love wrapping the girls up, taking them to the park to run through those leaves while picking up the remaining conkers that are still lying around. I also enjoy Halloween and getting the girls all kitted out and carving that pumpkin – oh I loved a good Halloween costume party myself back in my going out days!!
Poetry and mindfulness
I wrote and posted the following poem as one of my first blog posts back in March and I’m sharing it again (being Autumn and all; I wrote it last Autumn) as I’ve been practicing mindfulness during this pandemic and it really helps to be present and to ease any overthinking/worrying… My goodness, the difference when you adopt a new exercise into your life and start to focus more on “yourself”. I’ve fallen so much in love with writing during this pandemic.
Lost in the moment of life and it’s art
A Flock of wild birds
they fly in chilled air
I walk, embracing
the earths open heart.
A seagull it sweeps,
alone with no care
lost in the moment
of life and its art.
The ring of church bells,
white tracks,
a blue sky,
children,
they giggle
dog walkers pass by.
Bare trees that stand tall
with nests where birds grew,
leaves lying crumpled
and soggy from dew.
Clear beads as they rest
on blades of green grass,
autumn alive,
soft clouds as they pass.
A squirrel,
It dances,
I watch, he’s aware,
Its bushy long tail,
he captures my stare.
This vision absorbed,
the rush is no more,
nature alive
unlocking my core.
Connections so strong
I open my heart,
lost in the moment
of life and its art
Bernie Egerton
Thank you for stopping by to read my post. Don’t forget to look out for all those colours changing when out and about: absorbing that beauty and feeling those leaves crunching beneath your feet as the leaves fall!
What is your favourite thing about Autumn?
Have a beautiful day!
24 replies on “Autumn. Those colours, the cosiness and a little piece of rhyming poetry”
Nice poem
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Thank you ❤
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Beautiful.
Happy new month Bernie.
Bless you.🙏
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Thank you so much. Have a lovely weekend ❤
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This poem is absolutely amazing…..such wording….its really lovely.
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Thank you so much 😊❤
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Thanks for this.
Lovely, October sister. How nice.
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Thank you Selma for your support as always ❤
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I love it! It’s my
Favourite
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It’s such a lovely time. Thank you for commenting ❤
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Eloquently expressed the autumn. It’s indeed a “lost in the moment
of life and its art”. ❣
Good to see you find your mindfulness through writing.
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Thank you for your kind comments Ritish. Mindfulness is so important for my wellbeing. Have a lovely day ❤🙏
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Have a lovely day to you too, Bernie.
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Such a lovely and beautiful poem, Bernie and October is my month too of Birthday. When is the date, I am on the 24th October. Great post.
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Aww that’s lovely we share a birth month Kamal. I’m 14th October 🙂. So glad you enjoyed the post and have a beautiful weekend ❤🙏
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Oh so belated Happy Birthday dear 🎂🎂🎈🎈🎈🎂🎈 Bernie. Happy Sunday 😊😊😊😊
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Thank you so much Kamal and happy Sunday to you too 🙂❤
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Most welcome dear Bernie ❤️😊😊🙂
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What a gorgeous poem, Bernie. I’m always amazed at how much more we can see and feel when we are truly present. Your lovely poem is an ode to presence. Love it. ❤️
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Thank you so much Jeff! Oh yes, it’s amazing how much more we feel/see when we just stop rushing, being more mindful ❤🙏.
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You’re most welcome, Bernie. Always! Indeed, so very true. ❤️🙏
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Thanks for the memory moments flying about the Earth’s canvas painted in blues. Wild birds chill when they see the walkers looking up at the sky-waltzing seagulls. Often heard that church bells signal giggles and barks from dogs and trees. Nested in love, the soggy leaves turn a leaf in the book of autumn bookmarked with soft clouds to the page of dancing squirrels: bushy tales he has to tell to walkers who have the art of vision written down.
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What a beautiful comment about my poem Doug and thank you so much for taking the time to comment on my reflections ❤
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