Signaling Colors & Performances

Seasons change and behaviors do too.

 Signaling Colors & Performances

 

When the cold air rolls in,

I see some frantic behaviors

Around the bird feeder,

As the white throat sparrows

Sing in the trees,

The bright colors of autumn

Are arriving,

Down south,

The hickory, sweetgum, dogwood,

Oak and maple have already

Lost their leaves of color,

And have become a faded tapestry on the

Forests' floor,

One beautiful and lonely

Ginkgo tree remains a bright golden hue

And it has such lovely fan-shaped leaves

Creating a full canopy

In the shadow of a building downtown,

So, radiant against a wall of white brick,

As I replay silent movies inside my head.

In the background, I think I hear

Violins playing with a three-piece band,

Some French tune about the war and

Lost hope,

Steady rain begins to fall to the earth

As I gather up my book in a hurry

And dash inside,

The cool breeze following me

And captured as I slide the door

Shut.

Winter is on our heels,

As I wish for it to stay absent

And nonexistent in our land.

 

  J. E. Cook ©2017

 

 

 

Author's Note

Thanks for reading!

Reviews

[Chris]

A good vision to wander through...

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

Thank you, Chris.
:)

[Ruth]

The impact of the seasons on our lives changes us each year in some ways, I find...beautifully written love and a treat to wander through...

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

Thank you, Poppy!

[Coyote Poetry]

I'm glad Spring is here in Michigan. I do understand this poem. I'm tire of Winter. Thank you Josie for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

Yes, I do too!
You got it and thanks again!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Josie.