Beauty In Transition
When autumn’s breezes in celebration,
send colored parchments swirling, curling down;
my heart sings in humbled adoration,
as nature’s palette, dons new dressing gown.
As chill winds visit I crave my slumber;
all animals in deep hibernation,
have stored food to quell chilled winter’s hunger;
each one harbor’s his own needed ration.
Colored puzzle pieces, they dot the land,
to warm Gaia’s, soon hibernating breast.
Part of a higher, elaborate plan,
like humans, Earth needs, her deep, winter rest.
Soon icy stars will be filtering down from
periwinkle skies where snow clouds are hung.
11-13-19
Favourite Poem from November 2019 Poetry Contest
Julia Ward
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