The glorious September Sunday sunshine <br />Filters through a canopy of hazel leaves - <br />Casting shadows with it's warming rays. <br />Autumn has already come - <br />The leaves are changing colour - rich russet brown <br />The nuts are almost ripe - <br />Soon to be ready for humans, or squirrels - to feast. <br />The ripe seeded wild grass is dry where I sit, <br />In pleasant meditation - hard to believe this same spot <br />Remembered from childhood's winters with cattle <br />Taking shelter behind the whin-bushes <br />From sleet-laden winter winds - waiting <br />For the distinctive sound of the 3-cylinder Ford tractor <br />Bringing them their hay. <br /> <br />But winter's somewhere in the future - <br />I won't worry about it today. A relaxing day today. <br />Soaking up September sunshine - admiring nature's beauty <br />Looking around through the hazel and whin covered knowe <br />Or looking down along Bannstown lane's ancient bridal way <br />Lined with overgrown hedgerows - Chestnut, ash and hawthorn, <br />The derelict cottage gable poking through the gap. <br />The endless variety of colours on trees all along Carnowen hillside <br />Montgerry Forest and the grey stone of Raphoe town clock all contrast <br />With the fields of green grass and glorious golden cornfields. <br />The gentle scents of freshly cut grass and barley mingle <br />With the scents of the fruits of the trees and wild flowers. <br />I am enjoying the moment - I've stopped thinking of the past - <br />Stopped worrying about the future. Live for the moment.<br /><br />bryan wallace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-present-25/
