Photo by Ian Beckley on Pexels.com Joseph’s coat of many colours, looks pale beside the autumn leaves. Summers days all clad in green, so mundane ‘gainst late year eves. Golden hues from beige to crimson, crisp and fresh on dew soaked grounds. Carried on late summer breezes, blocking byways, forming mounds. Autumn, fall, what e'er …
Author: Joseph R. Mason
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The Drunk.
“Home sweet home you call it? I’ll give you home sweet home. You arrive back here gone midnight You poisionous little gnome!” “I’ve had a drink, a couple, maybe three or more, I’ve come home to my loving wife Who’s waiting by the door.” “Loving wife you call me? I’ll give you loving wife! I’ll …
Brown Circles on the Grass
Brown circles on the grass mark the place of landing. Flat and trodden down where they milled around. They come at night, stay a while, then disappear as if they had never been. Leaving the brown circles of dead grass and the smell of fuel hanging in the air, testament to them being here. They …
The true tree of life.
There is a tree that brings you life, That takes your worries, takes your strife. A tree that’s known by many names, Forgives your sin and takes your blames. The tree that’s in Golgotha set, That takes away all we regret. And that’s the only tree of life, The one that sorts your afterlife. I …
Seasons
Golden trees of many a hue Crisp cold mornings, skys so blue Awake, awake oh winters frost Pretending now that summers lost The wind is up, to quite a squall As summer transitions to into fall. - Not over yet, it’s only near We’re hardly through another year September comes, October goes We long so …
An English Dawn.
The owl ceases his haunting hoot, Fluffs his feathers to sleep, Locking in the heat, His day is done. The dim light of dawn rises over a misty morn, Stars gently fade to nothing Returning in the dullness of evening, Switching on in a sequence known only to their maker. Passerine birds awake the dawn. Robins …
Fair enough.
Once there was a fairy And his name was Nuff. Fair enough, Fairy Nuff! https://amanpan.com/2020/08/10/eugis-weekly-word-prompt-fairy-august-10-2020/
