The meadow is a ghostly quiet in late fall
Chirping birds flitting about have gone south
Queen Anne’s Lace and Phloxes are folding
Smaller creatures seek refuge in their burrow
While a cloudy sky offers not a hint of shine
I am preparing for winter, too, thoroughly
Even when I am too chilly, my brain scolding
With hints of streamy breath from my mouth
I, like the critters, prepare for winter’s call.
written November 4, 2021
Categories:
phloxes, animal, flower, nature, winter,
Form: Rhyme
Hi, Ira, hi!
How are you?
August wanders
outside a window here.
The rainy trace behind him
stretched from the far country.
This August is similar to Alexander Block
Yes, Ira, he is a Poet!
You believe?
This summer he has written for us
The hot sonnets
and the songs of asters and phloxes.
Changeable August!
I am sorry, but
Probably, he will stop loving us soon.
Hi, Ira, hi! How are you?
Categories:
phloxes, song-
Form: Lyric