Wednesday, October 25, 2006


Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one
And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh on
I tried to call them back but unbidden they are gone
Far away from heart and eye and for ever far away.
( John Clare - 'Remembrances').

Autumn arrived with a bang this morning, wet, windy and cold (like most politicians).
Summer is well and truly over but I do like the 'season of mists and mellow fruitfulness' (Keats). The leaves changing to golds, browns and bronze; the peppery scent of the leaf mulch on the ground mixing with the scent of garden and woodfires. The evenings drawing in as the mists and shadows hint at haunted memories and presage winters ghostly tendrils waiting to emerge. Time for ghostly tales, myths and legends as people draw in around the fire. Pubs shine a welcome and entice one in. Sophisticated and civilized we may be but the veneer hides the primitive who is aware that harvest and gathering in is preparatory for the cold hard winter months ahead. The celebrations of Halloween and bonfire night are excuses to light fires, make noise and merry...scare those spirits and fears away.
I'm off to open a beer and chase some of my own spirits away.


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