Now all the dogs with folded paws
Stare at the lowering sky
This is the hour when women hear
Their lives go ticking by.
The baker’s horse with rattling hooves
Upon the windy hill
Mocks the thunder in the heart
Of women sitting still.
The poppies in the garden turn
Their faces to the sand
And tears upon the sewing fall
And on the stranger’s hand.
Flap flap the washing flies
To meet the starting hail
Close the door on love and hang
The key upon the nail.
[Photo: display of ranunculars at Napier, North Island, New Zealand]
Now in the west the colours change,
The blue with crimson blending;
Sunset viewed from Mount Victoria looking over the Hartley Valley
Behind the far Dividing Range,
The sun is fast descending.
Sunset viewed from Mitchell’s Lookout, Mount Victoria
And mellowed day comes o’er the place,
And softens ragged edges;
Sunset in the Hartley Valley
The rising moon’s great placid face
Looks gravely o’er the ledges.
Sunset in Main Street, Lithgow
Excerpt from The Blue Mountains by Henry Lawson
[Photo: backyard sunset]
Autumn is a particularly beautiful time in the Blue Mountains with many trees putting on a spectacular show of colours.
Excerpt from the poem Autumn by Kate Llewellyn:
… but autumn prefers me,
longing for what has gone
dreading the cold to come.
Soon the leaves will fall and the colourful carpets will crunch underfoot.
What is autumn like in your part of the world?