A crimson blaze,
a tiny tree,
truth can be fragile,
beauty can be breathless
(does not always need
to be burdened by our breath).

Branches can be barren,
nature can be hurtful
but colour conquers concrete.

Fragility can take flight,
fields can be an ocean
of fallen leaves
that time will catch
and crispen
and consider for compost.
We are all bound to the heap;
spinning circles of almost ash
burning best in comforted corners.

A crimson blaze
burning bright
in the valley of autumn.

Colour will conquer
and only truth
will hold to its root
in this fertile field,
in this land
of seasonal sparks,
in this place
Man called Earth
as if it were his to play with.

Truth will colour over
all we have covered
in concrete.

All words by Damien B. Donnelly

Photography by Liz Cowburn from Exploring Colour and you can find her original post with many other beautiful New Zealand Autumnal shades here…

Colours and Cobwebs


  1. I had Nigel read your poem out to me and he’s very admiring of the way you’ve woven the words, as am I.. and it’s also made it very worthwhile that I took the shot! Thank you and big hugs πŸ™‚

    1. Thank you so much for letting me use the beautiful picture Liz, it was immediately stirring to my senses! Hugs to you both πŸ€—πŸ€—

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