Poor tree
still dressed in golden finery,
weighed down by winter’s haste.
.
Poor tree
still dressed in golden finery,
weighed down by winter’s haste.
.
Two raw hazelnuts on the back deck.
Delivery from a rat? a squirrel? a passing crow?
I guess that’s something we’ll never know.
Squirrel boss curses
clumsy workers as chestnuts
clatter past branches.
Class assignment:
Find an example of
alliteration
assonance
onomatopoeia
personification
Find 2 examples of consonance.
Go! 🙂
We wind through shadows
shimmering within touching distance of cloud,
and you appear,
golden valley
illuminated like a glimpse of heaven,
glistening beauty in the morning glow.
Shadows driven away,
by hope for this new day.
Autumn is here
Trees are red tipped or golden.
Mornings are frosty.
And finally the cosmos,
three feet high green lace,
is budding.
A slow universe,
taking its time to unfold
summer pink blooms
on my porch.
Autumn is here,
but
better late
than
never.
Geese trying a new vocabulary
fly in W formation
I wonder
what will winter wind
waft or wallop  webbed wonders
wandering west and south along waterways?
In half a V,
a line of five geese flies to the lake.
Moments later,
another half, line of eight
flies from the lake.
I’m waiting for the perfect V of twenty
or thirty birds, but times have changed
and half the flock
must choose to take the bus
these days, or perhaps, to walk.
The rain has stopped
Thunder in October?
The world has changed.
The wind blows off the dead,
flings pieces of forest in a mad dance
to burial & rebirth.
This melancholy restlessness
is your annual autumnal journeying urges,
your need for novelty and new scenery,
but your soul’s longing will not be resolved
at the auto auction.
Really.