Changing Seasons

A poem about mammals preparing for winter's wrath.

Changing Seasons

 

 

Changing seasons urge birds,

To congregate flocks of flight,

Feeding heavy on the bounty,

Provided in a fleeting daylight.

 

Tree frogs are steadily trilling,

Commanding attention above,

Geese families trumpet loudly,

Their chorus in waves of love.

 

Goldfinches hurried fledglings,

Their crests turning drab green,

Monarch butterflies are leaving,

The nectar-rich meadow scene.

 

Hummingbirds vanished before,

First frost in the blink of an eye,

Robust asters purple and white,

Join yellow goldenrods close-by.

 

Dutchman’s-breeches bejeweled,

A vast white delicate smothering,

Blue, yellow, and reddish flowers,

Rarely intrude beautiful colouring.

 

Deciduous trees stand to protect,

With web of limbs and branching,

Evergreen scents do compliment,

Earthly tones perfectly matching.

 

Fall air nipped new buds brown,

Gradually crossing southern land,

Northerly winds intrusively push,

Winter closes its arctic icy hand.

 

Mammals fatten on seeds and nuts,

Rapidly fall in a nourishing spread,

Squirrels scurry storing future food,

Prepare their winter slumbering bed.

 

Leaves painted the forest guardians,

Then layered mother earth’s ground,

Funguses thrive breaking down soil,

So liberated nutrients can be found.

 

Heavy frosts stifled pearl landscapes,

While plants are prone into sleeping,

The snowflake grain blanket isolates,

In a long cold winters return meeting.

 

 

 

Quilled_Penman©Glen King