Autumn's Doldrums

Written by: David Whalen

All things were naught but quiet… Quiet as a babies breath Not a meandering breeze Nor dragonfly sneeze Could pierce the Autumn’s depth Seasons caught … twixt heat and cold Juxtaposed, in deep repose Seeming not to make so bold… To decide ‘tween life and death All things in a state of stasis A thoughtful pause… (As it were) When things with wings And scaly things And even things with fur Seem to sink into deep contemplation As if to ponder, their fate… In dark contempt…Or admiration It matters not…It’s much too late For Mother Nature…once rested Will release the breeze to the waiting trees Will bid Jack Frost hello… Then clothe them flimsy With an air of whimsy In raiment of crystal snow…