THE WIND IN THE TREES

 

The wind in the trees

Sang a sad song

A plaintive sound

Like a crying child

And as it blew through

The crying leaves

On the rainy morn

Shed tears that fell

To the forest floor

NORTH WESTERN MISSION BELLS

 

The Mission bells

Blooming herb

Of the north western states

With green-and-purple

Bell-shaped flowers

GALES ARE DRIVING WAVES

 

Gales are driving waves

Against the resilient shore,

And pounding

Them on to the rocks,

While on the edge of the wind

There is distant thunder sounding

LINGERING AUTUMN

 

In the forest,

The skeletal trees

Herald winters imminent approach

But for now

The autumn lingers

But the fruiting brambles bushes

Will soon feel winters icy fingers

On the leaf carpeted floor

Life continues

And the forest creatures

Go about their work

For today it is still autumn

And tomorrow is another day

THROUGH THE MISTY DAWNING

 

Through the misty dawning

Of a crisp autumn morning

Like emerging from a dream

Amidst the haunting scene

I spy Pheasants in the frost

And in the moment, I am lost

UNDER AUTUMNAL SKIES

Under autumnal skies

The suns strength diminishes

With each passing day

And foliage turns slowly

From green to gold

To red, to brown

Before fluttering to earth

Where autumn breezes

Make them dance

To the seasons song

But dancing turns to fury

When breeze turns to raging storm

And autumn windfalls

Are sent swirling

As if caught

In a frenetic snow globe

Though the lucky ones

Escape the chaos

Being driven on the wind

Into quiet corners

Or beneath hedgerows

The rest whirl like dervishes

Hither and thither

Until the rains

Turn them to mush under foot

IN THE AUTUMN MEADOW

 

In the autumn meadow

Everywhere was wet with Dew

And highlighted in the tall grasses

Were a myriad of lustrous webs

waiting to reward their architects

For their industry and patience