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red, red, red

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Autumn, no doubt about it. When I go outside, I see red everywhere. The red of the leaves of red maple, many already on the ground. The red of the lily-of-the-valley berries. The red of the crab apples on our little tree at the end of the walkway. The red hips on the rose bush beside the driveway. Red, red, red.

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red, red, red


each rose hip edge

an ellipse to complete

the curve of rambling canes

berries red, mellow to orange

the white shine, highlight, tipped

with the black remains of blossom,

once pink, now vermillion of vermis,

cinnabar, poisonous, mercuric, toxic

lily-of-the-valley, raceme of berries

dangle, vivid crimson blush, bright

spot on fevered cheeks, the child

thought the berries good to eat

scarlet sigillatus, decorated

small images, pixilations

of woman with camera

limps to reach third

red, ruby, purple

red crabapples

in bunches


in rain



Copyright Jane Tims 2019

All my best,


Written by jane tims

October 9, 2019 at 7:00 am

keeping watch for dragons #3 – beechwood dragon

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This time of year, the only leaves still clinging in the forest are the dry, golden leaves of young beech trees.  Every drop of moisture has been withdrawn and the leaves rustle and whisper in the woodland.    Something about the way the wind moves through the leaves, and catches the sound of their tremble, makes you wonder… 




beechwood dragon


scales rattle

as he tiptoes through the thicket

peeks between the trees

wingwebs transparent

armoured in gold



© Jane Tims  2012

Written by jane tims

March 24, 2012 at 7:28 am

under the red maple

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We have a huge red maple (Acer rubrum L.) in front of our house.  It forces a turn in the walkway, but I love to greet it every morning and watch it through the seasons.  When we first lived here 30 years ago, the tree was small enough to encircle with thumb and finger.  Now I can’t fit my arms around its girth.

Autumn inspires this tree.  It takes its time, gradually turning yellow, red and orange over several days.  Then it gives up all its leaves within a day. 

When I drive my car away the next morning, a dark rectangle of driveway remains, within the circle of new-fallen leaves.


summer in flames



leaf fall

embers settle

on the walkway

patio table and chairs




to walk in silence

red flames

and careful steps

a conflagration



shadows lost

and branches

scratch the sky

sun bright

hands warm before the fire


© Jane Tims  2011

Written by jane tims

October 14, 2011 at 7:59 am

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