Naked Beauty

The freshly mown October lawn

Peppered with uninvited emerald moss

Adds a cosy comfort appeal

To the long-fingered leaves of the conker tree

As they surrender to mother nature with humble obedience.

 

Bashful and broken it stands in all its nakedness

Compelled to sacrifice its beauty and majesty

Renouncing its power and dominance

To the Greater God and to the hope of a new Spring.

 

Yet in the midst of bareness,

the horse chestnut tree proclaims its glory;

A flash of brilliance boasts a green prickly husk,

akin to a planet in orbit,

Flaunting in its revelation a beautiful shiny conker.

By Ann Phillips

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