Autumn Outing
Logs stacked by a decaying shed;
scent of burning embers from chimney’s
wafting past my face;
I breathe in the crisp evening chill.
The woodlands, a palette of color
waiting to be laid out on a canvas
by my bristles;
VanDyke orange, red, brown and yellow;
I watch the yellow passing by the sunset
and it blinks to deeper orange hues.
Oils blending, scent of linseed
and turpentine mingle with
the log fires and overhead
flocks darken the skies
winging southwards.
The setting sun lends it’s
hues to the naked trees as
leaves float endlessly downwards
to rest upon an emerald bed.
I glance up from my palette to see
a doe standing there,
right beside a Douglas fir;
her eyes trust mine
and in that simple moment I know,
there is a God.
10-6-19
Enter the 'Best free verse July-December 2019' Poetry Contest
John Hamilton
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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