Strange day
Strange bounty, hanging in the rafters
Strange ways
Mystery to most
Make hay while the sun shines low
Soon after set aglow
Tag Archives: Fall
Ontario
Getting the crops in
Final season of bounty
Autumn arrives in a deciduous county
Colours set to bloom
Forest greens taking on hues
Red, orange and yellow
Purple and white
Resting at your feet
Painting the sky
Scattered on high winds
Falling leaves
Apples to pick
Late days of summer
Dry heat and signs of change
Green to orange, red and yellow
Autumn on its’ way
Leaves scattered by the wind
Temporary beauty, torn from the limbs
Static Years
New vistas call to me
I feel drawn beyond the horizon
Tired of all the same places my eyes come to rest
Summer creeps, slips by without notice
Autumn always falling next
Predictability
Wears me thin like my old jacket
Soon the cold
Winter rears its’ ugly head
Back to waiting
Same old dance
Spring rains will come again
Quick Cycle
Somewhere beyond barren trees and brown spans of grass
Colour comes again
Never meant to last
Passing days of Spring
Leading into Summer
Fall waiting in the wings
Then back to Winter slumber
Season blanketed by snow
Stealing all the covers
Half a year in the cold
Tracing
A breath of air, exhaled against glass
Figure of eight, crude face, traced as seconds pass
While away the morning
Sun peeks over treetops
Greeting me less warmly
Adorned with wool and fleece
Cold nips at my fingers and settles in my feet
Sleepy memories I’d rather put to rest
Rise in the street, shake ice from hair with hands
Already cold to the touch
Free coffee in the lobby of a bank, with some luck
To the back lot for a spell
Roll a cigarette
Snap back to here and now
Shade of Winter
Reaching out into light
Cold night air, clinging at the shadows
Flowers in the door yard
Beauty of the fall
A hard Winter’s warning
Mid autumn morning heeds the call
Frost stalling for a moment
Lingering in darker places
Soon to mist, then gone
Traceless, weightless vapors
Chased off by the Sun
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