Very hot and windy here in west Texas -- I'm ready for Fall temps, for sure!
Showing posts with label Leaves. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Leaves. Show all posts
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Autumn Fantasy
Autumn Fantasy
In my autumn fantasy
Endless miles of blazing color
Spreads beneath my feet,
Light mist lingers through the trees;
Swirling gently with each breeze
Colors mesh in focus
Then fade;
In waves of brilliance and subtle haze,
I gather leaves;
Their unique beauty surrounding me
Inhaling their scent appreciatively,
I'd gladly coexist in this fragrant mist
My gaze defining the trees shapes and forms;
As I feel the sun on my face
Now warm,
I could stroll forever
In this place,
In awe I am of beauty
Supreme;
As only seen in a dream,
And when the sun has faded from the sky,
On a bed of soft leaves
Will I lie;
To dream again
In ecstasy
Of my autumn fantasy.
Nancy Ellen Crossland
In my autumn fantasy
Endless miles of blazing color
Spreads beneath my feet,
Light mist lingers through the trees;
Swirling gently with each breeze
Colors mesh in focus
Then fade;
In waves of brilliance and subtle haze,
I gather leaves;
Their unique beauty surrounding me
Inhaling their scent appreciatively,
I'd gladly coexist in this fragrant mist
My gaze defining the trees shapes and forms;
As I feel the sun on my face
Now warm,
I could stroll forever
In this place,
In awe I am of beauty
Supreme;
As only seen in a dream,
And when the sun has faded from the sky,
On a bed of soft leaves
Will I lie;
To dream again
In ecstasy
Of my autumn fantasy.
Nancy Ellen Crossland
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Choices
Choices
I go to the mountain side
of the house to cut saplings,
and clear a view to snow
on the mountain. But when I look up,
saw in hand, I see a nest clutched in
the uppermost branches.
I don’t cut that one.
I don’t cut the others either.
Suddenly, in every tree,
an unseen nest
where a mountain
would be.
by Tess Gallagher
I go to the mountain side
of the house to cut saplings,
and clear a view to snow
on the mountain. But when I look up,
saw in hand, I see a nest clutched in
the uppermost branches.
I don’t cut that one.
I don’t cut the others either.
Suddenly, in every tree,
an unseen nest
where a mountain
would be.
by Tess Gallagher
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Changing Seasons
Changing seasons
As the leaves turn from green to oranges and reds,
I know that is the way the world tells us it is time for a change.
As the heat dissapears into cold,
we put away our summer toys,
and bring out ones to play with in the cold.
When you take in a deep breath,
there is a smell in the air.
and you can only smell it in fall and winter.
You know when the leaves turn from green to oranges and reds,
summer is over and that means fall and winter are comming.
You have been warned by the nature all around.
by Rylee 2008
As the leaves turn from green to oranges and reds,
I know that is the way the world tells us it is time for a change.
As the heat dissapears into cold,
we put away our summer toys,
and bring out ones to play with in the cold.
When you take in a deep breath,
there is a smell in the air.
and you can only smell it in fall and winter.
You know when the leaves turn from green to oranges and reds,
summer is over and that means fall and winter are comming.
You have been warned by the nature all around.
by Rylee 2008
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Queen of Autumn
QUEEN OF AUTUMN
She is arraigned in a brilliant robe brushed effortlessly by the palette of nature,
A crown of golden oak leaves rests atop her copper tresses,
Within her hands she carries a scepter of maple branches and proudly displays her garment in quiet regal stature,
Her subject's branches bow offering leaves in homage,
While the wind's sharp chill encircles her as she passes,
She gathers their leaves embracing them like a lover,
Inhaling their pungent scent,
And as she turns, she smiles unclasping her robe
as the wind engulfs her,
Releasing the beauty of Autumn
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