The sky is overcast and the trees
sway gently in the breeze, heralding autumn.
The weather has turned colder...
The magpies in the garden forage for the bread
which I have broken for our garden birds.
They are joined by gulls, eager to share in the mornings bounty.
Autumn flowers in our garden.
The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky.
William Butler Yeats.
GLIMPSES OF EDEN
by Jonathan Tulloch
I sat beneath the apple tree
in the September evening sunshine.
The branches were filled both with sunlight
and the golden flowers
of the late blooming clematis.
Growing all the summer
the clematis has been sending
its tendrils into the apple tree .....
For now, autumn has not made
much impression on our garden.
Most of our trees and shrubs
flourish still, and apples continue to ripen
amid green leaves.
Today the wind is blowing
branches in different directions
against a white sky.
Rain falls like intermittent April showers
in the early morning darkness
when broken bread is scattered for the birds.
Later in the day - at nightfall -
food is put out for the local foxes
who come here questing.
They trust us and silently eat the food
provided for them.
The weather undulates -
one moment it is cold and wet
and the next day the weather is warm.
We are indeed fortunate
to live within a monastic enclosure .....
We have had torrential rain
during the last few days.
Every thing in the garden is sodden.
We ventured outside in protective clothing
while the rain drummed-down.
Today seems a little more hopeful ....
or does it ?
Photograph of part of our garden
with wet paving stones .....
FACES OF PEACE
THE TABLET 13th October 2018
Pope Paul VI and Oscar Romero
The autumn days are slowly
Leaves are falling gently.....
Some old tree branches
fall to the ground when
the wind is stronger.
Grey squirrels are joining the birds in
questing for the fresh bread
I have broken up for them and other needy wildlife.
Photograph taken by Sister Clare
of a grey squirrel in our yew tree.
The wind has died away and the sun shines
but it remains cold outside.
Selected verses from
A STANBROOK ABBEY HYMNAL
The day is filled with splendour
When God brings light from light
And all renewed creation
Rejoices in his sight.
The Father gives his children
The wonder of the world
In which his power and glory
Like banners are unfurled.
With every living creature,
Awaking with the day,
We turn to God our Father,
Lift up our hearts and pray.
Wishing you every blessing
this autumn and always.