Here, In the Bloom of Dying...

Here, in woodland cathedral

Here, in a hall of leaves

Flowers are falling, autumnal

Petal from rainbow eaves

Here, in the bloom of dying

Wind-song and quiet vying

From lofty loom soft-sighing

Nature, its glory grieves

Here, in the halo of wooing

Here, in the harrowed fields

We witness Time undoing

What nothing mortal shields

Here, like the corpse of laughter

From tow’ring coppice-rafter

Into the ever-after

Nature its glory yields

Here, in a world of wonder

Here, in a swirl red-gold

Spirals spring’s full-grown plunder

Into earth’s umber hold

Here, in a spree of splendors

Nature its tree surrenders

While its Caretaker renders

Nature its glory folds

© Janet Martin

Victoria and I had a lemon-tea party in the neighbour's bush yesterday...

(it was going to be a sit-and-sip, but turned out to be a tromp-and-a-h-h/awe!!,

because we both felt there was so much to see in so little time)