More Autumn Musings...

The tamaracs are golden

Against the woodlands dark

As Autumn steals their splendor

And geese to instincts hark.

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Trees

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.

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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! 

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Strong and stronger, winds now blow

teasing us with threats of snow.

Like confetti, leaves swirl down,

form discarded brocade gown.

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