The floral foliage of Fall fuels my pen to flow
Nature's carmine carnage is a crimson condition to watch
Russet quills of the trees float down in myriad shades
Amber leaves levitating like flying embers
Auburn arrows gliding to meet the earth
Soft sepia smiles sent down from the Shepherd above
Burnished varnished tree-bits travelling back to the ground
Crumbling orange smidgens creating crunchy cracklings
Brown bracts brave enough to bed with the soil
Gamboge hues gamboling like golden glowing gems
Lurid leaflets leaving their last lucid legacy
Before they turn into les feuilles mortes
Categories:
smidgens, autumn, tree,
Form: Free verse
The squirrels always ate the seed
I’d used to fill the feeder.
They’d shimmy up the pole to follow
One brave soul, the leader.
Whenever I glanced out and saw
A squirrel up there munching,
I’d step outside and stomp my feet,
Which stopped unwelcome lunching.
But in a minute, they’d be back,
With cunning and with daring.
My foot stomps and some yelling
Didn’t seem to do much scaring.
Yet at my son’s today I felt
Like I had won a raffle.
The birds were at the feeder
‘Neath which hung a brand-new baffle.
The squirrels searched the ground below
In hopes of cast-off smidgens,
As baffled by the baffle as
Their world would be to pigeons.
Categories:
smidgens, bird,
Form: Rhyme
When he was young
he survived on smidgens
from starving artists
unemployed musicians
And that is why
he's often said
He feeds the pigeons
Categories:
smidgens, appreciation, bird, food, work,
Form: Rhyme
Together we stood inside the outdoor gazebo
chanting our oms like precious children that we were
Mingling our minds, color smidgens of pure bliss
with a splash of wind , we lost concrete;
Monks and Monkesses of Deity, four to be exact
flying over earthly number, we were invisible
who knew...
Spirals of vibrations, a sound outside a sound
radial clearances from angels who ensconce
as we assembled to resemble, first together
then apart, ...we reassembled once again
beneath the outdoor gazebo where the soul
with seperable existence made us many,
made us one...
June 10, 2020
Categories:
smidgens, appreciation, faith,
Form: Free verse