Autumn Sunday
The crunching noise of rustling leaves underfoot
the canopy above and around me alight with colours
reds, orange, yellow and still a little green here and there
proper hiking boots, jeans and cozy parka
out for a walk, just because I can.
All around me autumn in all it’s splendour.
Even in the high street
the late summer sale and back to school have made way for
comfortable knits and stylish pants.
Make your way to the coffee house when you’ve had your fill of being buffeted by the brazing winds
or shopping has brought on a craving for coffee or tea,
cake or scones or even a late pub lunch
animated chatter catching up with friends
laughter and comparing best finds.
Here too it is finally autumn
the thermometer shows 28c/82f and it’s a glorious, sleepy sunday
cool enough for my body to exhale
a contented sigh of relief from the oppressive heat of the spring and summer months.
Last night we had an absolutely spectacular sunset
nature generously showing off in the most breathtaking of fashion.
Got to watch this rather unexpectedly from the boat
that we’d spent hours scrubbing down
frying my back in the sun.
Before enlightenment
cook food and scrub boat
after enlightenment
cook food and scrub boat.
Today I’m wearing one of my softest t-shirts
saying Tour de France 1994 (yes I was there!)
and the contrast between where the shoulder straps were and the rest looks rather comical
Fortunate I have witch-vera…!
But I still miss the distinctive change of seasons and
talking about plans and ideas with my old friends
with whom even not speaking is comfortable.
All while I make me and my love coffees, cuddle the Miao-cat
and sit down and write this in easy companionable silence at the kitchen table.
Catpaw, 23 September 2012
Catpaws Cafe 