Friday, November 27, 2015

The In-Between


As the season comes to an end
Autumn begins her graceful departure
and for a moment there is a stillness in the air


Geese consult about their migration with noisy honks
and conduct practice flights overhead


Leaves collect on the ground
swept into giant mounds by the increasingly chill wind


Sweaters become everyday items


As all of nature prepares for what lies ahead


And the stillness lingers


Bulrushes poke through the grasses
stiff and silent
ignoring the holes that open up in their furry hides


Small creatures take shelter


While fields of wildflowers borrow the glow of the
setting sun to burst into golden flame


and the stillness lingers


Autumn dips her brush in the
best colours of the season
and gives us something to remember
all winter long.







Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Autumn Rays


Is there such a thing as a solemn autumn?


How can that be
When trees decorate themselves with baubles


And colourful clouds
Swirl among their branches


When water glows with lights
From somewhere
Deep within


And lemon-yellow leaves wave to us
from crisp blue skies


The forest may darken earlier in the day


But lights are left on for us to find our way as the sun


Wishes us goodnight


And the Autumn winds play a song


Only the heavy-headed grasses can hear


There is no time for solemn days
When the world is painted gold.




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