The Vanishing

Since summer lost to fall Winters got a grip One solitary spark, now a firestorm Cars lined up like smog filled rats With terror filled eyes Blinking lights as if hazards signaled Sympathy I saw the green turn to amber Never slowed down Never looked around Drones are closing quick now Hazy nights in my head Shades of red wishing green The warm sway in my mind as I walk Through the pine forest Sweet scented needles with every carpeted step The soothing "tic tic" of red headed woodpeckers The warm mist off lake superior, baptizing The doe and her fawn As they lift their heads when I walk by Joining me in prayer 01/13/13 © All Rights Reserved