A Lake of Autumn Solitude

Written by: Carrie Richards

Beneath the autumn trees I lie
The leaves drift down around my head
I'll hear the sound of wild geese fly
And dream,  I will,  upon my bed
As the golden sun of summer fades
And the leaves are turning scarlet red
The world becomes a bright cascade
With Persian rugs of leaves to spread

The pond is edged with twigs, and sodden leaves
The odors of the earth, green moss and peat
The roots of quiet trees and rotting logs
The crumbling bank where cattails wash their feet
Where tiny minnows dart with lightning speed
Among the roots where wild ducks come to feed
The very core and essence of the earth
Born of melted snow, and sleet and rain
Of birds who roost amid the tree tops high
And breathe the wholesome fragrance of the sky

Trees that sway and swoon along the bank
Shedding leaves of amber, rust and gold
Like ashes left from burning autumn dreams
To listen, standing guard on either flank
O'er twig and stone, with watchful eyes so keen
While shading coves where angler poles have been
Across it's face, a restless ripple seen
Where tangled grass and weeping willows lean
Upon the shores where struggles soon will cease
This place to spend in nature's splendid peace



8/17/12