Autumn Equinox.(A Poem and Two Pictures).

Today is the Autumn Equinox.

Multitudes of butterflies rising up from the gardens,

Scintillating patterns on their spreading wings

Remind me of the vibrant scarves at Carnival

Lifted high to wave a fond farewell

To summertime, the frenetic inconsistencies

Of a season more turbulent than spring or winter.

The multi coloured patterns on the carnival wings

Are like the flaming leaves that soon shall fall

As daytime becomes an obscure glimpse of light, quickly fading.

In a week or two I shall start to wear my wind proof coat,

Heavy and dull as the clouds lumbering out of the west.

By then I should be accustomed to the sodden greys and greens,

Bright colours reappraised as wishful thinking.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter, 

September 21st. 2023.

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Early Morning, 9/11 2023.(Poem & 2 Pictures).

A perfect late summers morning,

The air as clear as a bowl of chill water

Filled by a mountain stream.

I take a deep slow breath, holding the air in

Until my lungs begin to hurt, to feel bruised and pummelled.

A long hot month of summer influenza

Has made my whole body ache for the joy of living,

The abundance of art, and simply meeting

With friends and strangers in the scrummage of local streets.

I look up at a dazzling sky,

Counting small clouds scudding like miracle children

On crystal skateboards across the morning blue.

Then - on the 8 `o clock news - today is 9/11 -

And I feel ice cold - empty - bereft of meaning.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter. 

9th. September 2023.