It seems
As though you
Just
Arrived
And yet
It’s time to
Say
Goodbye
You held on
Tight
For quite
Awhile
Making
People stop
And
Smile
Adorned by
Colors
Bold and
Bright
Now
Ensconced in
Waning
Light
Stripped of
Golden
Mantle you
Be
Awaiting
Spring to
Be set
Free
peppering hillside
winsome wildflowers whisper
my name on the breeze
Thunderstorms
Leave
In their
Wake
Beauty
In which
All can
Partake
Encasing
Every
Millimeter
Flowers, bushes
And
Birdfeeders
Sticky white stuff
Bonds tight and
True
As strong as any
Elmer’s
Glue
Wordless Wednesday – (11/28/18)
Frosty daggers
Looking
Lethal
But so tiny
Can’t wound
People
Rays of
Sunshine
Pave the
Way
Beckon
Visitors
To
Stay
raucously raging
winter’s snowmelt heads downstream
in a big hurry
placidly plodding
fall’s flow turns to a trickle
taking its sweet time
Gold
As pure as
Any can
Be
Hand crafted by
Nature
For all to
See
Don’t beg, borrow
Or
Steal it for
Me
It’s there
For the picking
Perfectly
Free
Silent Sunday – (11/25/18)
