MISTS OF AUTUMN

MISTS OF AUTUMN 

Sitting at my desk

I look out across the scene,

The empty seat, the mists that rise

And I wonder what they mean. 

I see her sitting there

And yet I know it cannot be.

For many years have gone

Since she walked with me. 

I feel her tender touch

As she would take my hand and walk,

Sometimes in quiet solitude

And yet at times we would walk. 

I look again and see her leaving

But she was never in this place,

She turns and smiles at me

I remember her lovely face. 

Seasons come and seasons go

The mists rise and fall,

Yet she visits me so often

Such memories I recall. 

Tis only in this season

When autumn chills the air

That she makes her presence felt,

And shows her tender care.

It is my favourite season

And I know she loved it too,

So we share a rendezvous,

In the mists and in the dew.

She was special in my life

And loved me like no other,

I am proud to see her in the mist  ~

My precious, much loved Grandmother. 

© Linda J. Vaughan

May 3rd. 2009

WALK SAFELY THROUGH THE MISTS

WALK SAFELY THROUGH THE MISTS.

My life has been a journey

Enveloped in the mists of time

The beauty of a peaceful lake

Has often been mine.

I have seen the mists of morning

Wafting gently through the glen

Reminding me that seasons change

And the time comes round again.

I have stood in wonder

As the damp mist touched my hair

I have relished the misty quiet

And felt your presence there.

I have felt the mist around me

As your arms have been before,

I have special memories 

That will last forever more.

I have seen the mists arising

As the sun came breaking through

I have stood in silence 

And often thought of you.

The day moved on to sunshine

The damp ground soon was dry

I sought you in the afternoon

I hope you heard my cry.

Evening came and the dew was falling

And the mists of evening came

Hovered over a silent lake

And I heard you call my name.

Was it my imagination

Or where you really there?

Would we view the mist together

Would I feel your care?

Would the haunting mist enthrall us

And carry our thoughts away

Would we find peace and calm

At the end of a difficult day?

Would I feel your arms around me

Would my hair be gently kissed?

Wherever you are my Darling

Walk safely through the mist.

© Linda J. Vaughan

April 23rd. 2012

FAIRY MISTS OF AVALON

FAIRY MISTS OF AVALON

Welcome to the Garden

My home among the flowers,

This is where I spend my time

And while away the hours.

This is where the moon beams play

And diamonds grace the sky,

This is where the leaves fall

And I hear the wind sigh.

The river ripples on it way

And I sit on moss filled banks,

Dusting the flowers

And always giving thanks.

I splash in roses dew kissed

And watch the sunbeams play

The earthy smell of morning

Brings gladness to my day.

I am a generous Fairy

With a heart that’s filled with care,

When you feel the gentle breezes

You will know that I am there.

I watch over younger fairies

As they learn and grow,

Their pleasant and sweet ways

Bring more joy than you will know.

So when the morning mist drifts

In Avalon’s early dawn,

You will feel my presence

As we face another morn.

I am there with you always

To hold you in my care,

To bring the joy of morning

And freshness everywhere.

I am the Mists of Avalon

With many stories to tell

Of days when Knights lived here –

I remember very well.

I remember Arthur and Guinevere

The Round Table and it’s tales

I remember the lake and Avalon

And I remember Wales.

I recall Morgaine and Lancelot

And the risks that they would take,

I remember the mists of Avalon

And the Lady of the Lake.

© Linda J. Vaughan

March 2007

THROUGH THE MIST

Avalon

THROUGH THE MIST

Oh to walk in Avalon

And see the Castle view.

To see the mists rising

And feel the morning dew.

To walk beside the River

And take you by the hand,

To feel the love and power

That lives within the land.

To feel the whisper of the wind,

And watch the falling snow,

To see the host of daffodils

And see the leaves that blow.

To feel the chill of winters breath,

To see the stars at night

To see the softness of your smile

And see your eyes so bright.

Oh to walk in Avalon,

To hear the music of the river,

To see the reeds stand in the water,

And watch them bend and quiver.

Walk with me in Avalon,

Let our days be sun kissed,

Take care upon your journey ~

Walk safely through the mists.

© Linda J. Vaughan

WINTER SUNSHINE

WINTER SUNSHINE

I love the winter sunshine

Without the fierce heat,

I love it when the shadows

Make pictures at my feet.

The walks beside the river

With trees reflected there,

Glistening ripples on the water,

Days without a care.

The winter sunshine brings

 Contentment to my days,

The outlines of the bare trees

Etched by sunshine’s rays.

The rising of the winter sun

Chasing away the mist,

The dewdrops on the cold grass ~

The world is sunshine kissed.

I love the winter sunshine,

And the promise that it brings,

Sunshine silhouettes gleaming

Oh how my heart sings!

© Linda J.  Vaughan

FAIRY MISTS OF AVALON

FAIRY MISTS OF AVALON

Welcome to the Garden

My home among the flowers,

This is where I spend my time

And while away the hours.

This is where the moon beams play

And diamonds grace the sky,

This is where the leaves fall

And I hear the wind sigh.

The river ripples on it way

And I sit on moss filled banks,

Dusting the flowers 

And always giving thanks.

I splash in roses dew kissed

And watch the sunbeams play

The earthy smell of morning

Brings gladness to my day.

I am a caring Fairy

With a heart that’s  filled with care,

When you feel the gentle breezes

You will know that I am there.

I watch over younger fairies

As they learn and grow,

Their pleasant and sweet ways

Bring more joy than you will know.

So when the morning mist drifts

In Avalon’s early dawn,

You will feel my presence

As we face another morn.

I am there with you always

To hold you in my care,

To bring the joy of morning

And freshness everywhere.

I am the Mists of Avalon

With many stories to tell

Of days when Knights lived here –

I remember very well.

I remember Arthur and Guinevere

The Round Table and it’s tales

I remember the lake and Avalon

And I remember Wales.

I recall Morgaine and Lancelot

And the risks that they would take,

I remember the mists of Avalon

And the Lady of the Lake.

© Linda J. Vaughan

March 2007