I am the grey sky wind on this late November day that rustles the few remaining crackly leaves I am crackly leaves tenacious, clinging to branches when my cousins have already swirled to the ground I am the ground blanketed by leafage housing beetles, worms, crickets unseen by the woman in the window I am … More Leave the Leaves
If I had a song I would sing for the woodpecker whose home we destroyed yesterday as he was making a nest of our wood sculpture I would sing a song of hope that he could find another home while the weather is still mild to winter-in protected from icy storms If I had a … More Song
Morning sky is dark as dusk winds approach, branches rustle chipmunks chirp their warnings One drop falls as prelude upon the maple dappled a bit in amber and in coral on the first week of autumn when summer heat lingers Tempestuous rumbles roll in from afar electric passion shoots from cloud to earth allegro torrents … More Waiting for a Thunderstorm
Enjoy bare feet in dewy morning grass, look for hummingbirds and turtles on a log savor juicy melons and sweet strawberries watch late sunsets while lying in the hammock ~ until you pause and reflect ~ that soon bare feet will chill on morning floors maples will take on a fiery hue you’ll don a … More Autumn Equinox Puente
It’s a sun-cloudy day mid-day, mid-autumn, half the leaves have fallen, the other half still dot the branches It’s not freezing, but it’s not warm I’m not excited about much right now but neither am I bored on this cloud-sunny day Compliment this poem with Shape Shifters and No Boundaries, both prior posts on Wind … More Midmost
I have an intriguing proposal to makelet’s kick the leaves in the yardnot to hurt them but to stir them upso they can dance once more in the wind,jump up to their cousins falling down This poem was inspired by Lines for the Fortune Cookies by Frank O’Hara. Photo by Alegri courtesy of 4FreePhotos
Finch-sized leaves fall from maples twirling forty feet to fleck the ground with sunshine Both photos taken from my back yard in previous autumns. Our leaves here are just beginning to fall.
On the last day of summerlet me not forget the cardinal familythat flits through dogwood to the maple orshadow dancing of full-leaved trees in the breeze Let me notice while I can thedinner-plate-sized hibiscus blooms,echinacea of the same magenta hue, andPainted Lady butterflies feasting on Queen Anne’s lace Let me remember bats darting for mosquitoes,fireflies … More Last Day of Summer
The only callers to our door On Halloween this year Were dropping temps and rain and wind That howled all through the night Though the tempest knocked with fury We offered her no treats So a Halloween trick she played on us Making skeletons of our maples Top photo of my backyard maple trees was … More Halloween Tricks
Colors, spirited in autumn array roar out to us acknowledgement that winter soon will be whooshing in with callow shadows and chill But don’t despair, dear one, autumn is a lucid whisper that all of life is mortal that all of nature turns Beauty is enhanced when we accept its ephemeral nature let us treasure … More Autumn’s Portent
Wind Rush 