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Mellow autumn….how refreshing!
Draw nigh that my soul may find delight
In the vibrant hues of red and gold
The long walks in cool brisk air
Watching the wild geese fly south
In quiet solitude, latent dreams resurrect
They haunt my fragrant reverie
As I walk a familiar path, down these steps of stone,
That lead me to “my place” by the sea!
Where the cries of hungry seagulls resound
As they squabble over a miniscule meal,
Wild surf crash into boulders-twin, standing in its midst
Nonchalantly, I toss my loafers aside,
“Where are you today, Sir Knight?”, I inquire aloud
“I can not find you in this mist!”
“One moment you are here inside my thoughts
The instant I turn, then you are gone!”
Like ocean spray, refreshing, you then vanish!
So, here I stroll upon this desolate shore, alone
The fireplace lit, soft, pink candles abound
What ambiance these feelings inspire
"Where are you this dreamy day?"
Hear how fiercely the ocean roars!
Wild and relentless, bashing boulders in its path!
Winds softly whispering, brush my cheek, and instinctively, I smile
”Was that a kiss from you? I whisper. But there comes no reply.
Only the silence in the whispering wind
“Gentle, autumn winds, do you know of my fate?
“Have you no secrets to share with me?”
“Do tell, is it you in the mist and wind?”
“Or are you just a wandering phantom
Lost, upon this beautiful, shore?”
“Or, perhaps a magician from afar, casting random spells?”
“What grateful audience you have found in these,
The mighty sea and its countless creatures!
Listen! Hear their thunderous applause for you!”
“Is it you I see, in my autumn dream?
“Is it you within the mist?”
Darkened skies
That cloaks the night, slowly fade away
And the melodic songs of birds, are heard
Heralding a bright new day
As the earth begins to feel the warmth
Of a sultry, soft sun’s heat
Morning mists envelop the ground
Like a pure white silken sheet
From beneath the shroud, rustling is heard
As small creatures leave their lairs
Scurrying around, on their hunt for food
That will be their winter fayre
Berries, nuts and soft ripe fruit
Abundant on bushes and trees
Will be harvested and stored away
To sustain through winter’s freeze
Dawn’s crisp frost begins to melt
And a tapestry of colour is seen
Of lustrous reds, orange, yellows and gold
As nature changes from summer’s green
There’s a nip in the air,
A chill in the breeze, rustling through the trees
Creating a kaleidoscope snowstorm
Of gently falling leaves
Treading majestically through the leaves
Is a magnificent, male, red deer
His melancholy, soulful, mating call
Tells that rutting time is here
It echoes to the river, where a hint of a splash
Forms rings, as the salmon rise
And from their homes in the bank, sand martins dart
To feast on insects and flies
While across in the meadow, profuse with blooms
Rabbits and field mice run free
As butterflies dance from flower to flower
To the drone of bumble bees
And in a patchwork landscape of fertile fields
Both sheep and cattle laze
Sleepy, from having eaten their fill
Of the lush, fecund, grass they graze
As I take a stroll through these idyllic scenes
It leaves me breathless, with no words to say
On how anything can ever, be compared
To the beauty of an autumn day.
My Kentucky in Fall
Peaceful country roads winding through meadows and hills,
and golden rays kiss purple asters, tall ironweed and abundant goldenrod.
Gorgeous colors are greeting me despite the warning that drought
would hold them back this year.
Glowing yellows, warm reds and burning orange leaves are clinging
to the heavy branches, limbs swaying in the autumn breeze.
Fallen leaves dance to the music of the currents,
poison ivy vines wrap the stately maple in crimson.
Damp snapping turtles sun themselves on a rock in the creek,
while further up a blue heron is standing silently, watching the
slow flowing water, until he is ready to strike.
Our majestic Ohio river reflects the cloudless, azure sky
while bordered by densely covered cliffs that are
decked in their autumn finest.
Profusely blooming red cardinal vines cling to the rocky ledges
are kissed by happily buzzing bees and bouncing butterflies.
Pumpkins, ghosts and witches decorate porches and front doors,
gray barns are brimming with hay, tobacco and corn,
contently harboring their bounty.
Acorns, black walnuts and hickory nuts are plentiful, yet squirrels
do not seem in a hurry to bring in their winter supply.
Smiling, waving hikers are climbing the autumn scented hills
to Tioga Falls, and Virginia Creeper vines show pleasing colors
along the old Rail Road Bridge.
On the side of the road the lush cedars have developed
their silver-blue berries,
and wild rose bushes are displaying their red rose hips.
Autumn has come to my Kentucky.
In this story the leaves are digressing,
In another, perhaps I shall too
With warm feelings and autumn shades tinting my view
We go along the path at a crisp clip
High heels and rubber soles
Trench coats and scarves fluttering
Scandalously in our rush to understand
The literature hidden between the flesh and the spirit
Soul on soul, deciphering in motion
Picturesque and ugly
Please Smile for me when the camera blinks
When that moment is gone and this photograph is all I have
Along with dangerous conversations of how we shall eventually Fall
Life Kafka, like Vonnegut, Marquez,
Slaughtering ourselves 5 over 5 times,
Armageddon in Retrospect
Metamorphosing within
100 years of Solitude
Loving in times of Cholera,
And we plummet beyond the help of our seasoned knowledge of devotion
Past the neurotic winters of Kerouac
Beyond the springs of Plath
Over and gone the summers of Margaret Mitchell and ironclad romance
To Fall
To the Inferno of the ground below
Through nine different hells
To end up where they started from
Dust begets dust
Dante in Love
All Muted in translation
In death, empty words shattering like
The Crimson leaf
Silenced in the psyche of la fabrication d'amour
Skeletons of desire
Lynched in the closets
The bedrooms,
Dusty and leather-bound
Black on ébène
Starved and lonely
The sound of Autumn on Leaves
I felt a tinge of frost on my cheeks today.
That indicates that fall is just a few days away!
Ah, autumn! 'Tis my favorite season of the year,
When upon my lawn a carpet of gold will soon appear!
I heard the plaintive cry of geese as I awoke this morn.
They were winging southward to begin their annual bourne.
Frisky squirrels were secreting their winter's fare about my lawn.
Old Sol arose a tad later to display a glorious autumn dawn!
The apples on my trees are tinted by the Master Artist's brush,
Some with hues of green and gold - others with a crimson blush.
The roses struggle to retain their fading blooms for a few more days,
But the chrysanthemums in colorful array are still very much ablaze!
Aspens on the mountainsides are assuming their brilliant cloaks of gold.
Anon, snow will garnish old Pikes Peak - 'tis a grand sight to behold!
Colorado spruce 'neath where antelope now gambol and browse,
Will soon have garlands of sugary snow adorning their spreading boughs!
A brilliant harvest moon shines over all casting its mellow light.
An owl perching in a tree is silhouetted against the moon at night!
Ah, glorious autumn! It has been my favorite season since my youth.
More so since I'm in the autumn of life and grow older in the tooth!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
The brisk Autumn breeze
crisply smiles and leaves
inviting seasonal ascendance.
Past dark hollowed eaves
her departing breath weaves
a path for Winter's wondrous entrance.
Courtly canyons kowtow
the mighty mesas bow
sparking December's grand revival.
Barren branches applaud
as mountain peaks laud
Jack Frost's ever welcomed arrival.
Carols liltingly sung
whilst wreaths are gently hung
silver enchantment lusters the ground.
The old and the young catch
snowflakes on their tongues
choirs of church bells neatly resound.
Cozied from silent chills
tapered candles sleep on sills
illuming the dusk’s frosted splendor.
A forest brook’s trickles
forge tiny icicles
dripping tears of crystal surrender.
Christmas trees brightly greet
joyous townsfolk on the street
tiny tots, all too well, understand.
Ole Saint Nick and his sleigh
are just a few stars away
from visiting their white wonderland.
Truelove skaters take flight,
under an arctic twilight,
snuggling snowbirds coo and entice.
Deer and bunnies espy,
'neath the moon's watchful eye,
young lovers etching hearts in the ice.
Winter’s sparkle and glow
softly sings in the snow -
her grandeur is timeless and few.
Yet, before her winds shift
she bestows us a gift
and Spring makes her yearly debut.
Wintereinbruch / Onset of Winter / Inicio del invierno
Tage verschwimmen im Nebel.
Eisblumen malen Gesichter
an die Fenster
und die Zeit steht still
wie eingefroren.
Lange schon verstummte
der sommerliche Vogelgesang.
Der kurze Herbst
hält noch die bunten Blätter
an den Bäumen,
doch jetzt sind sie
versunken schon
im frühen Frost
wie ausgefallene Kristalle.
Plötzlich dann
nach nächtlichem Schneefall
fällt die Natur
in allzu frühen Winterschlaf
Days become blurred in the fog.
Tracery of faces on a frosted window
and time stands still,
as being frozen too.
The summer birds' songs
fell silent long ago.
A brief autumn still holds
colorful leaves on trees,
but now they bogged
in early frost like fancy crystals.
Then suddenly
after an overnight snowfall
nature fell into a far
too early hibernation
Días se confunden en la niebla.
Tracería de las caras en una ventana escarchada
y el tiempo se detiene,
como también congelado.
Veraniegas canciones de pájaros
quedaron en silencio hace tiempo.
Un otoño breve aún mantiene
hojas de colores en los árboles,
pero ahora estancado
en temprana helada
como cristales especiales
De prontodespués de una nevada de noche
la naturaleza cayó en tan temprano
hibernación
I sat in the park
On a dark Autumn day
The rustle of leaves
Natures death bouquet
They swirled and spun
Around my park bench
What i witnessed next
Made my cold hands clench
Where the leaves dispersed
An angel appeared
Tattooed dressed in black
My life for i feared
On approach to me
My heart raced
A black angel
To me face to face
As i await my fate
She sees what i hold
There's a sadness in her
As tears start to unfold
She has spotted the red rose
I bought for my girl
As all around
The park started to swirl
Leaves flew
In sporadic directions
Tree's cried
Like hurtful infection
The sky darkened
As thunder rolled
One lightening flash
And lo and behold
As i raised my head
She was smelling the rose
Her feathers of black
In outward pose
Staring, watching
Trying to believe what I'm seeing
A black angel in the park
With a entranced human being
The clouds dispersed
Just as soon as they came
The tree's stood silent
And the leaves did the same
Her hands clasped
To her breast they close
This black angel cries
Tamed by a red rose
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Another half-turn complete
Listen
To the lazy jazzy beat
Dying down.
Trade winds sail
The winter monsoon on its tail
Time to sell those sunshine shares
Time to pass on the rites of summer
To those lovely fellas down under
In the southern hemisphere.
We exchange presents
This time of the year.
And so the artist prepares his paint:
Two parts water, one part yellow, one part orange.
His airy brush sweeps across the terrain
Coating the leaves with shimmering golden rain.
The rattling branches still beneath his soothing hand
A crisp, crinkling choir of leaves sing as they softly land.
He caresses the earth’s sunburnt skin
He kisses my chapped, uplift chin.
He sends the swallows soaring high
Watching as they swoosh by in the clear blue sky
Then multiply.
With a smile he blows
Lets out a mild autumn chill
And catches the last dancing shadows
On the amber field.
Listen
To the winding whistling melody
Part three
Of a year long symphony.
We enjoyed our walk below the autumn skies
Golden browns bloomed and graced our eyes
Hand in hand, through woods and fields
Marvelling at nature, and in what she yields
Darkness loomed on this late September afternoon
Clouds above massed, in impending monsoon
Slowly the rains fell from the skies
As the clouds opened in plentiful supply
I turned to my girl and she was on her knees
Her summer white dress in see through please
These autumn rains showed a lovely change in her
As she looked to the skies in delightful purr
Her wetted face had a glint in her eyes
As i kneeled before her, and her purr like cries
Our faces met, and our lips greet
In continual excite, repeat repeat
Sodden we are under this cascade of wet
This is one afternoon i will never forget
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