Nature Poems

three poems

Autumn day

 

waking up

feeling the release

 

as the old Maple tree

in my yard

 

undresses himself

 

floating leafy kites

playing in windy streams

 

creating the ambience of a

a mellow cloudy autumn day

 

hearing its crisp crackling decay

under my soles

 

a fresh nippy pinch of coming cold

capping mountain peaks with white

woolen beanies

 

 

Bains Pass revisited

 

driving in the pass

 

staring at mountains

breaking waterfalls

 

hearing

repetitive appreciations

of Constable beauty

describing seasonal

fauna and flora

 

imagining

 

the glorious

rockfall descent

 

exhilarating

flashes of a smudging

still life ending

 

returning home:

 

as you drive towards

the farm house

 

childhood poplars

crowd the dirt road

 

tenant larks and sparrows

whistle and chirp the home coming

it is still dark but the red period

light breaks the black cloaked horizon

 

crickets, frogs and mallard ducks sings

the songs of the windy wetlands

 

the prodigal son has returned home