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Tuesday, October 21, 2014

More Autumn Musings...

The tamaracs are golden
Against the woodlands dark
As Autumn steals their splendor
And geese to instincts hark.

stripped of all their glory and pretense
laid bare
arms lifted, writhing,
plead with the wind for mercy.
Tattered garments flutter down
and lie in ragged heaps
about their feet.

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Seasonal Transitions...

Bunches of lovely flowers from the gracious summer gardens...

Summer's end is rather nostalgic.  I went with sis's kids to the nearby ice cream shop more often than I care to admit, but I didn't sit out on the back deck at dusk enough times, listening to the croaking bullfrogs and peeping birds readying for nightfall.

Tree trunks, dark with autumn's rain
cling to leaves which spin and strain
wearing fiery colors bright-
Crimson, orange and gold delight! 
Strong and stronger, winds now blow
teasing us with threats of snow.
Like confetti, leaves swirl down,
form discarded brocade gown.