dawn awoke weeping
as muddy gray formations began to
materialize into smog enfolded silhouettes
but-by-noon ... the rain had ceased
and brisk whisks of sunshine had swept the fog away
leaving me feeling mildly gladdened
as one is apt to feel when a gloomy day
exceeds low expectations … though ...
it is a fairly recurrent pleasant surprise
in this ever-changing season
just now … I notice that the space
beyond our yard is covered with
an autumnal rug of kaleidoscopic leaves
… remarkable ...
where ... earlier this week the land was bare
there … is a vibrant tapestry
woven in threads
of russet and golden orange and ochre
and reds … that ruffles in wind ripples
as if raring to take off … and sail into the sky
… I picture that in my mind's eye ...
and smile at the magic of recall and evocation
and how a spark of memory
can lift us up and colour in
the pages of our story
… gloriously ...
photos: Scenes from Stanley Park, Vancouver BC – W. Bourke
© 2019 Wendy Bourke