#235

Dutch barn on fire,

Me lying asleep inside.

Metaphor of what?

#234

Everything passes,

Nothing ever seems to stop.

Onward trudge of time.

#233

Lonely at the top,

Friends long ago put aside.

Regret sits heavy.

#232

Once so full of pride,

So boastful when he returned.

Scattered to the winds.

#231

Short-lived golden crowns

Lie scattered across the lawn.

Autumnal buzz cut.

#230

Fallen leaves glitter

In the dawn light they dazzle.

The first autumn frost.

#229

Brief tree monarchy,

Coloured garlands make them flock.

Cherry blossom time.

#228

As the days grow short,

Sunshine amongst dull colours,

Autumn transitions.

#227

Autumn’s transition 

From hot to cold, life to death.

Nature’s renewal.

#226

The tree’s new palette

Paints the world gold through auburn.

Autumn’s blossoming.

#225

Ambulance outside

The old folks’ home that’s nearby.

Always think the worst.

#224

Leaves starting to fall,

Green grass starting to muddy,

All colours changing.

#7

The world before this,

The time before anything,

This place before then.

Far removed from the people

We were when the tower stood. 

#223

Sit up here and view

This world in the time before.

Supreme ignorance.

#222

Cold and wintry morn,

Colour against the white snow,

Smile upon my face.

#221

The shadow of death

Passing across his dear face.

Is this his gloaming?

#220

Nearly eerie light,

The passing of the baton.

This is the gloaming.

#219

The Northern Spirits

Animate the skies with light

Winter nights draw in.

#218

Nearly eerie light,

An arch between day and night:

The lunar rainbow.

#217

I know this feeling,

The way the air fills my lungs.

Rugby, each first term.