Pity the Limping Poet, Part 2–“Winter’s Preparation”

I love the parchment scent of autumn

foliage tumbling to the ground–

whirling, lifting, showering, flitting

branch to branch, and reeling round.

Hint of smoke and whiff of spice

crackling, curling, crisping piles;

shuffle through and rake and jump–

the stuff of autumn children’s smiles.

Fading life is underfoot

trampled into leafy shards

feeding Earth and clothing seeds

preparing verdant, budding yards.

In tang and swirl and howling gust,

God prepares earth for winter’s hush.

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3 thoughts on “Pity the Limping Poet, Part 2–“Winter’s Preparation”

  1. Yes, Barbara. I did. My muse is usually on vacation in Tahiti, but every once in awhile I have some pretty thoughts that I try to write down in some coherent manner. 🙂

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