I have always loved the written word, whether expressed as prose, poetry or more transactional writing. When I was in the fifth form at school (year eleven these days), I was introduced to the wonderful poetry of R.S Thomas – and, in fact, five years on, ended up living a few miles away from Eglwys Fach, where, I believe, he was once the vicar.
Today is the perfect autumnal morning, so I am going to share ‘A Day in Autumn,’ one of my all-time favourite poems by R.S.T.
It will not always be like this,
The air windless, a few last
Leaves adding their decoration
To the trees’ shoulders, braiding the cuffs
Of the boughs with gold; a bird preening
In the lawn’s mirror. Having looked up
From the day’s chores, pause a minute,
Let the mind take its photograph
Of the bright scene, something to wear
Against the…
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