The earth tucked herself in for the year with winter’s frosty white blanket
Anticipation
It’s peeking round the corner
Playing hide and seek
I see its icy fingers
A frost’d rosy cheek
Days fall ever shorter
Autumn’s air is chilling
Warmth no longer lingers
Wild things are stilling
Counterbalance
No matter how frustrating and scary everything else seems to be in this crazy world, at least there’s this: it’s pumpkin pie season!
Vernal ode to euphony
nests bustling in leafy trees
eggs cracking open tenderly
vernal music on the breeze
excitement buzzing busily
tree roots drinking merrily
underground working tirelessly
restless flowers pacing weeds
manufacturing aromatherapies
reds purples yellows greens
poppies blooming endlessly!
Refuge
Tea time — a brief recess from dodging life’s blowdarts.
Transform
Loss — the great redefiner of life.
Weathering it
Grief cries and life shines on — and hope paints a rainbow.
Fresh air & birdsong
An open window is good company, like the burning candle of Lichtenberg.
“Man loves company even if it is only that of a small burning candle.”
Storied
Books talk to you for an afternoon. Literature speaks for generations.
Reduced visibility
A bad attitude is a fog over your whole body.
The falling is mutual
Light understands the colors of Autumn, and she loves him for it.
In the autumn wood
green-veined leaves suddenly blushing copper
bronze-edged trees swaying in autumn breezes
gold foliage drifting past pewter branches baring all
brass-hued leaflets dying in beauty, falling in grace
Counting up
First four decades time’s a hero
Then stops suddenly all the fun
Forty arrives a stranger new
But life is like a grand old tree
Strong yet flexible at the core
Roots ever deepen to stay alive
At this age there’s no real fix
Just patches is all, ’til heaven
Although it still be not too late
So let the autumn soul shine
Breathe and let thy life go zen