The Chill and the Rain

That Silent Moment

You arrived with the late September rain
In misty moonlight, up on Mason’s Hill
Huddling close in an early autumn chill
As lightening strikes lit a darkened sky

Walking hand in hand down St Cuthbert’s Lane
Then over to the Park by the river
A cold north wind blew making us shiver
As I carved our names in the old oak tree

The years have come and gone sweet Mary Jane
It was us together sharing delights
Kisses in the rain and long summer nights
With that special look you have in your eye

The thought of ever loosing you gives me pain
The chill and the rain was where it began
When we met our love was never the plan
In that silent moment our hearts ran free

Copyright © 2014 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

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Micro Poetry, Tanka and Haiku

Moonlight fades in slumber
Dawn releases shadows
Grey clouds choke the light
Melody of rain feeds despair

Lost in a wilderness of thoughts
Shrouded in shadows of misery
My tears frozen on bare trees
As joy haunts the hinterland

Hissing of rain heard
In darkness thoughts are hidden
Minds drift endlessly
Pools of memories collect
Filling every hollow spot

Misty autumn skies
Leaves rustle with gusting winds
Purple, red and gold
Coolness lingers through the day
Smell of decay in the air

Chiselled light flickers
Smoke mingles with evening fog
Misty tendrils dance
Shadows chase the setting sun
Twilight lingers in silence

Lives frozen in time
Lost faces and their traces
Pen and ink restores

Clouds move in, light dims
Sound of rain breaks the stillness
Serenity roars

Eyes shine through darkness
Subtle lines framed in shadow
Light reflects beauty

Thoughts frozen in time
Flickering in the shadows
Forever in dreams

Morning dew collects
Soft petals thirsting for sun
Sweet scent flows through me

A mist haunts the land
Autumn leaves crunch under foot
Moments lost in time

Eyes looking through time
Forever free to wander
Capturing lost souls

Lost in starlight frost
Mists dance on silver moonbeams
Thoughts return to you

Copyright © 2014 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved

Autumn Begins Its Merry Dance

This is a re-write of a poem previously posted.

Autumn at the Mill

Bats dart and dive from attic cracks
And synchronize their attacks
With a Hunter’s Moon shining bright
Prey is stalked and caught in flight

Light fades and clouds advance
As autumn begins its merry dance
Those happy days of long ago

From days of old I remember
A sweet mellow September
Then October presents its share
At the Orchard Apple Fair

Trick or treat on All Hallows’ Eve
Golden leaves blow here and there
The smell of bonfires choke the air

Sensing change as the north winds blow
Hearing rushing water flow
At the mill the waterwheel whirls
In the meadow tall grass swirls

Those happy days of long ago
As light fades and clouds advance
Autumn begins its merry dance

Copyright © 2014 Shawn D. Standfast & James Day. All rights reserved.

Photo found on internet. Copyright unknown.

Photo found on internet. Copyright unknown.

Long Summer Days and Dark Autumn Nights

Stars and Fireflies

No matter how far I go I’ll always remember
Long summer days and dark autumn nights
Cold winter snow and wood burning stoves
Clear starry nights and the Northern Lights

Memories flow through child eyes of days long ago
Those lazy days and clear blue skies
The sound of crickets through the window screen
As stars and fireflies light the cool dark nights

Wild strawberries, raspberries and blueberries
Stained fingers and lips, the tell tale signs of joy
Leaving just enough for winter preserves
While waiting for the apples to ripen and fall

Lying on soft grass staring into starry skies
Northern Lights shifting in midnight breezes
With the Northern Star shining bright
As the Milky Way arches through the night

Buzzing mosquitoes search through the dark
As black flies crawl beneath bed clothes and bite
Late night voices heard from a crystal radio set
“The Shadow” and eerie sounds from outer space

Smell of fresh cut hay drying in the fields
Sitting atop a creaking split rail fence
Waiting for the chance to steer the tractor just once
Getting bored when the opportunity never came

Summer holidays came and went too fast
School busses ran with the September rain
Morning mists shroud the low lying fields
As burning leaves choke the cooling air

Rare autumn warmth and cinnamon float by
Apple, blueberry, rhubarb and pumpkin pie
Ready for giving thanks and the town dance
Wood split and piled, cord next to double cord

Late October looms, trick or treating in the rain
Pillowcases filled with spoils, we run for home
Emptied on the hearth rug, to all an equal share
Rolling thunder echo as autumn storms set in

A leak in the roof–split-splat–into an old sauce pan
Rain pours down; more drops hit the hot cook stove
Sizzling and bubbling, scurrying to the edge, hissing
Protesting the heat and journey through shingled roof

Rain turns to snow and warmth to bitter cold
Trees stand bare having shed their coat of leaves
Shivering in mid-winter winds, covered in snow
A white halo twinkling in mid-morning light

Flakes fall morning, noon and night, collecting
Soft, fluffy snow perfect for snowball fights
Forts made, sides chosen, battles lost and won
Snow continues to fall as days blend and blur

Fresh pine needles carpet bare wooden floors
Their sweet scent foretelling joys of Christmas day
Waking in the early morning to heavy snow falling
With the smell of roast turkey and pumpkin pie

As carols play on the radio, to the tree we all did run
Handmade socks and woollen hats for one and all
Colouring books and Matchbox trucks just for me
Singing songs and feasting all the day long

Sitting by the fire, making toast from wood coals
Strong winds blow as the snow piles up outside
December fades and the pine needles cleared
Warm fires roar as dark nights became colder

In February the days become longer and nights shorter
Sunny days of March warm the thawing ground and trees
Sweet tasting sap starts to rise, tapped and gathered
Boiled down to make sweet golden maple syrup

Exposed rocks, heated by the morning sun
Snakes roused from winter bathe in the warmth
Lilies break the surface and begin to bloom
Leaves sprout as summer rolls round again

No matter how far I go I’ll always remember
The taste of maple sap on frosty spring mornings
The smell of wood smoke lingering in the air
And long summer days and dark autumn nights

Copyright © 2014 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

From Days of Old

Autumn at the Mill

Bats dart and dive from attic cracks
And synchronize their attacks
With a Hunter’s Moon giving light
Prey is stalked and caught in flight

The smell of bonfires choke the air
Golden leaves blow here and there
Trick or treat on All Hallows’ Eve

From days of old I remember
A sweet mellow September
Then October presents its share
At the Orchard Apple Fair

Those happy days of yesteryear
Hearing rushing water flow
Sensing change as the north winds blow

Autumn begins its merry dance
As light fades and clouds advance
At the mill the waterwheel whirls
In the meadow tall grass swirls

From days of old I remember
A sweet mellow September
Calling me like a long lost friend

Copyright © 2014 James Day & Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved

Misty Reflections

A Hushed Silence

Glistening from a late September rain
The day wakens to early morning gloom
Leaves bustle from ever changing trees
Freed from confines of their existence

Memories of warm summer days fading
As sunlight dims in the near distance
Thoughts return to those days long ago
With tears of laughter as time washes by

Creaking limbs protest as strong winds blow
Whispering tales of what might have been
With the sweet smell of decay enveloping
Autumn air descends with a hushed silence

Shadowed glimpses of changing seasons blur
Misty reflections of a Harvest Moon ripple
Through the echoing sound of rushing water
Searching for the song of autumn’s passing

Copyright © 2014 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved

Remembering Melodies

Etched in Light

Sheltering in early morning fog
Dampness, fearing the rising sun
Chases shadows into the light
Clouds belch from a gaping sky

Excited rustling announces change
Red, purple and gold glistening in dew
Autumn leaves begin their journey
From lighted summer to dark of winter

Time of harvests and festivals
Thanks and giving of many kinds
By the light of an early full moon
Church bells ring in twilight’s passing

From the wandering souls of All Hallows
To 5th of November darkness burns bright
From times past to thoughts of those fallen
Remembering their melodies etched in light

Copyright © 2014 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

Bonfires Light the Way

A Gentle Breeze

The sun lingers once more
With its golden tendrils
Shadows merge and rage
For the closing of day

In the turning of a page
Minds shift and wander
Words fall like tears
Floating in the distance

Thoughts become muffled
Muted by hesitation
Stifled by conceit
Lost in fright

Swaying in the silver mist
Dew drops collect in flight
Sighing with every breath
Pages whisper their consent

A gentle breeze blows
Long into the still night
Sweet music caresses
Nurtures and protects

Summer becomes autumn
The sun dims in the sky
Leaves fall and gather
As bonfires light the way

Copyright © 2014 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.