July and August were tragically wet here in the North West of England. The slugs loved it š However, September so far is the stuff dreams are made of: cool mornings, sunny warm days, the specific stillness of early autumn, the honking of geese flying overhead. Long may it last!
I hope this poem helps you melt into a feeling of simplicity. ‘Simplify’ is fast becoming the anthem of my life.
My Dad’s Old Rake
Golden birch leaves gather now at the garden gate
and my dad’s old rake leans against the fence
throwing my mind back in time to simple days of play
in the house and garden where we were born and grew.
A time when tools were still made to last
the length of a life then passed on to daughters
with new gardens to last another life and more.
A time before progress took away the chores
and the simple things that offered simple joy.
Love and courage,
Leah