Faded love

Faded love letters,

Written from the heart,

The only remnants of

Young lovers grown apart.

Carpet of gold

Summer has passed but

the weather is still fair.

The leaf-laden trees

are now almost bear.

The leaves, once bright and green,

Look withered and old.

They lay upon the ground;
A carpet of gold.

Rosemary Danielis

Be open to the sun

The windows of my soul

I throw wide open to the Sun.

John Greenleaf Whittier

Falling from my heart

When

you were here

my heart

was in bloom.

Now

the leaves

are falling,

falling

from

my

heart.

The tree of love

is bare,

as bare

as my heart.

From: Falling Leaves

By: David McMinn

Brighten your day

A leaf fluttered in through the window this morning,

as if supported by the rays of the sun...

Anais Nin

Crimson Sky

Every leaf speaks bliss to me,

Fluttering from the autumn tree.

From: Fall, Leaves, Fall   By: Emily Bronte

Thanksgiving!

The year has turned its circle,

The seasons come and go.

The harvest all is gathered in

And chilly north winds blow.

Orchards have shared their treasures,

The fields, their yellow grain,

So open wide the doorway,

Thanksgiving comes again!

http://www.spritzels.com/poems/thanksgiving-poem.html

In honour of the first Snow of the year

The sun that dim November day

Had failed to kiss the clouds away

From quiet Nature's furrowed face,

Where autumn tears had left their trace.

And, by and by, on fields of brown

The feathered flakes came floating down

From Heaven to this world of ours,

Like spirits of departed flowers.

And fast and faster through the night,

Till Morn arose on meadows white,

And o'er the landscape lightly stepped

Where tired Nature, smiling, slept.

First Snow-Fall  By: Albert Bigelow Paine

In the Land of Ladybugs

In the Land of Ladybugs,

what traffic laws apply?

I see no roads to mark their way

or signs that clarify.

If they should meet

on a one-way street,

who decides who goes by?

If one should park

in a crook-necked bend

does anyone ask why?

In the Land of Ladybugs,

if a problem does arise,

you simply open up your wings

and fly off to the sky.

Rosemary Danielis

Stand tall

So here you stand now;

What more lives, and strange happenings will you see?

How strange and petty our human squabbles seem to be!

Will those squabbles destroy the Earth and, ultimately, you?

Or will you stand tall as our world births anew?

From: The Tree - A Poem

http://blogs.ubc.ca/liamsca/

Even seeds have style!

Punk rock seeds sporting their own mohawks - such rebels!

Be Bold!

Nature ends the year with an explosion of royal colours, perhaps to fill our eyes and hearts with enough inspiration to last the whole winter long.

Here comes Winter

On the coattails of burnt-orange shades of Autumn - Here Comes Winter!