When oft' doth fly from the heights aloft
Upon the winds of a warm fall day
The eagle soars 'neath clouds so soft
Knowing that winter is on it's way.
Webs on the porch sparkle with dew
Higher up where the post meets the eves
She hangs her shingle, "I'll see you - -
When sunshine returns and rains decrease."
When winter lays frost upon the fields
Mother Nature feeds the soil beneath
Layers of snow winter doth yield
As beetles, their precious jewels bequeath.
Winter lies still beyond the horizon
As Nature sings her warm fall day.
(For 'A Sonnet in the Wind' Contest.)