poetry – obBLOGato

Nothing Like the Sun

Upon leaving the train station in Margate we came upon this circle of stones with poems created from the contributions of school children.

Haiku

Last leaves of Autumn
Against the clear, deep blue sky.
Brown melancholy.

Tree Portrait and Haiku

Late afternoon walk
Along the Bishop’s Meadow,
Last leaves of Autumn

It’s hard not to think of Thomas Gray’s Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard on a chilly late Autumn afternoon when you see your shadow on a tombstone. Equally hard to forget Mencken’s gloss on it: “There are no mute, inglorious Miltons, save in the hallucinations of poets. The one sound test of Milton is that he functions as a Milton.”