Stuart Miller-Osborne

Of late I have noted silver dropping from my eyes Like Tears I do not know why this is happening And find the whole situation rather disturbing

Although I rarely see you I gain great pleasure When we meet As I admire you luxurious colours And your primal music You are a shy bird Late of trees Who live solitary lives And freeze when in dispute Like me you are day active And rest at night You can perch on vertical surfaces Which […]

Early morning rain Wind from the east gathers pace Wet paths expected  

Golden mists brittle Will fade during this warm day Beauties short pageant  

Warm caressing air Humble beginnings betrayed Dark season ahead  

There is paleness to your skin Dress before the winter months chill you  

I have been seduced by your velvet decay The small deaths Highlight your deep colours  

What Colours! But your brittle textures Inhibit me  

I admired your youth I admired the fullness of your summer But now as we wait for our winter I am no longer seduced by your vivid colours