Dear Desmond, Jim and I send our sincerest condolences to you in the loss of your beloved Ann. A beautiful tribute she has left in her Poem. May you find comfort in your memories and through the support and love of family and friends. With love, Isobel Bishop Isobel Bishop Mob. 0412 129 425
On 7 Oct 2022, at 10:25 pm, PAUL SCHRIJNEN via OE <oe@lists.wedgeblade.net> wrote:
Desmond Avery writes:
Ann Harrison Avery, 16 December 1940 - 25 September 2022 Full of gratitude for Ann’s life, we sang ‘For all the the saints’ at her funeral in our local church in rural England the day before yesterday. The church was full, and everybody knew the tune. In his eulogy Paul Schrijnen read this poem Ann had written one previous October:
Autumn Joy
I like to shuffle through the leaves
yellow and brown
Beauty all over the ground.
I could just keep on looking down. But then I look up at the branches Where the last leaves linger just a few days longer still some green with yellow and gold each tree different black trunk's shape showing through as the tree undresses gradually. Soon it will stand, stark naked against the sky.
I remember autumns in other times and other places. - Red maples in a Toronto cemetery, - Virginia creeper in Geneva as scarlet as in Wellingore - Red sumac in Chattanooga on a red-clay lot as it is now on our green garden - A golden forest in a park south of Paris.
My mother's birthday is in October - is that why I love autumn? Or is it, that I love the fact, that the colours are always present in the leaf Hidden beneath the chlorophyll, And the idea that the colours of our lives are always within us, waiting to blaze forth as the greenness of youth recedes?
The colours are doing just that here now. _______________________________________________ OE mailing list OE@lists.wedgeblade.net http://lists.wedgeblade.net/listinfo.cgi/oe-wedgeblade.net