Forgotten Pathways

the most vibrant of days
wraps itself in fruitful colour
we make our way through carpeted
displays of heaped leaf fall
kicking tumbles of rusts and ochres
mellow with shapely yellows and
earthy browns between roasted umbers
crisp dry leaves underfoot
the crunchy crackle of autumnal
presence

we pass cracked headstones
clad in green ivy creeping
crosses uprooted and tilted
no weeping from the long lost dead
trees stretch their high reaching heads
into heavenly blue
sun’s rays filtering down
casting shadows stealing light

only the shrill cry overhead
of red kites soaring
masters of the Sunday sky
agile and angled
winging their way through
flimsy whispers of white ghosts
sailing silent on seas over
old England

I find myself in quiet prayer
yes I am praying

Reviews

[Lorry]

Crisp autumnal leaves are just made for kicking, before it rains and turns them into soggy cornflakes! 😀
And as you were passing cracked headstones, I assume you were on a path in a graveyard, which does somehow fit into the word autumn in so many ways. Whenever I think of graveyards, I think of frost and long coats to keep out the chill and benches too cold to sit on, unless you remember a blanket or when you don't, take off your scarf and sit on that.
Isn't it puzzling how many thoughts in a graveyard could be seen as a prayer just because of where you are?
Your words took me there Chris, so much so I now need a hot choc to heat myself up!

[Chris Shaw]

It is a graveyard Lorry but no winter chill yet. That is on hold for dreary January, the worse month on the calendar. At the moment this place is looking rather spectacular, until of course it rains :) Making the most of the crispness before it all turns soggy. Happy Wednesday.

Chris

[hiren]

Hi Chris,
People think few people are achieving so much by cheating others then think why can't I and definitely think I too win by cheating others. But holy books who taught us to be good are fake for those because things are becoming easy to cheat others. For them who are good and working hard are looking stupid who lost so much.

One day you will embarrass yourself that what was the reason for my mom suffering and why few other enjoying wrong life.

Quran bible Geeta guru granth are just waste and never lead to holy life because for them erotics and hurting others great art and characters.


Jessy Jacob
Now I became a troller
Forced to be thrown as wrong person
Yes this is end of Kali yug
Where they couldn't hesitate a family to say has cheated them I mean my family did cheat them they think.

If I couldn't be born what was the life lord god almighty would have been with...

Jessy Jacob ❤️

[Chris Shaw]

Take care Jessy.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Like BB73 said...you do engage the reader because your description puts us right where you are as you are writing...we visualize everything with the precision of your imagery.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you j. This place is special and even more so when the season changes. The rich colours are mesmerizing at the moment. The rainfall will turn it all soggy:)

Chris

[Buddhistboy73]

Nice write Chris....

You do a good job of engaging the reader on this autumnal foray ..:)

I like the opening lines:

the most vibrant of days
wraps itself in fruitful colour

This sends me into a reflective space...which sounds like how you wrote this.....

Thanks for sharing...

BB73

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks BB73 for joining me on my Sunday walk. Beautiful rich colours at this time of year.
read moreMany thanks BB73 for joining me on my Sunday walk. Beautiful rich colours at this time of year.

Chris

[Soren]

Chris again you paint such a poetic picture that never having seen it I feel it has always been there. A true mastery of imagery. It sets the season as well and I can feel the cool air. Nicely done

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Soren, pleased you liked the autumn scene virtually on my doorstep. Lovely to walk there. Have a good Wednesday.

Chris

[Soren]

You are most welcome Chris