Thursday 4 November 2010

A LONE BOTTLEBRUSH


Winter is here
I can feel it in the air
In the greyness of the morning
In the freezing atmosphere

The leaves are listless
The plants stand to attention
There is no glee, no mirth,
No ejaculation!!!

Only a baited breath
A composed grief
A listening to the wind
As though a premonition
Soon going to be unleashed

It's the beginning of November
An autumn exiting dolefully
And invasion of winter
A conquest won unopposedly

A chill leaves me shivering
Perhaps a hint of the future

But in this bleak facade
As I look up and see
A lone bottlebrush in the park
Waves and winks at me

There's more to life my friend
Not just cold, chill and grey
A rush of red in a stagnant green
That is what "Nature" has to say