NIGHT OWL

 

The graceful owl

Hunts at twilight

And listens to hear

A victim in the night

Then swoops down

In silent flight

Not to prevent

Its prey taking fright

But fear of losing

What is out of sight

WATER WAY

From the mountain high

On the summit icy

It begins to trickle

Toward its destiny

Trickle becoming stream

Very quickly

Its method brilliant

In its simplicity

It follows the path

Of least resistance

In its great race

To go the distance

Growing ever stronger

Under gravity

Deeper wider

And ever more rapidly   

A great river now

Heading for its destiny

And it’s fulfilled

When reaching the sea

GOLDEN GOWN

 

The deciduous trees still have their foliage on

With autumn changing hues like a chameleon

From yellow and gold and red and brown

Some leaves have already began falling down

Then the autumn gales come quite inevitable

Leaving the once proud trees quite skeletal

Sadly now all the leaves have fallen down

Thus adding to mother natures golden gown

OCTOBERNESS

Misty mornings

Start dim and dismal

Penetrating Dampness

Seeping into your bones

Some days it brightens later

Enough for shirtsleeves

Then when darkness falls

Curtains are drawn

At the months beginning

Grass is still growing green

The trees are well covered still

Then leaves turn green to yellow

Yellow is burnished to gold

Gold to burning red

Then red to earth

Beyond the equinox

Days have already become

More dark than light

Before the clocks fall back

And the sun sets sooner

Days of sunshine deceive

Sheltered pockets warm and confuse the senses

In the later days

When the residual warmth diminishes

The bite remains

To herald worse to come   

GOLDEN HARVEST

 

The autumn leaves fall

Like flakes of gold

Drifting to earth like surreal snow

In the golden harvest

As they fall, they dance

Wildly in the breeze

To autumns tune

Before coming to rest

Then on peaceful mornings

They gather in the quiet corners

That pepper the autumn landscape

Cast like a threadbare cloak

Spread by mother nature’s hand

And in the misty morn

The golden harvest

Lays deep and undisturbed

Like collected thoughts

In the corners of my mind

The watery sun slowly burns away the mist

And illuminates the October landscape  

Before the wind disturbs the peace

And chases the leaves away

Scattering them like my dreams

AS THE EVENING LIGHT FADES

 

As the evening light fades

The sky takes on a twilight hue

Until the stars appear above

And the moon comes into view

THE FADING LIGHT OF THE EVENING

 

The fading light of the evening

Mirrors the slow diminishing

Of my own dwindling light

As we both head towards the night