7 September – Autumn art

Whenever the waysides fill with seed heads and teasels,
I half expect to come across paint pots and easels,
so strong is their connection to lessons in art
and a succession of teachers trying to impart
the beautiful way they display texture and shape,
the perfect still life subjects their arrangements make.
The hours went slow trying to echo them on paper,
and I spent most of the time talking to my neighbour.
I still can’t capture Autumn’s emblems in charcoaled lines
but I have learned to recognise them as treasured finds.
I bring them indoors and group their stems in jars with flair,
enjoying their finery now, and remembering then and there.