Do you hear the children hard at play
On this idyllic autumnal day
Happy voices raised, so full of glee
Charming the likes of both you and me !
HE’S A WHIZ ( 2017 ) 2017/10/25
The morn awakes and yawns aloud
The sky is clear, there’s ne’er a cloud
A breeze o’erhead begins to blow
We’re in the midst of autumn’s show.
Her colors changing every day
Glow brighter still along the way
How wonderful God’s palette is
Creating pigments, He’s a whiz !
AUTUMN GOLD ? ( 2015 ) 2015/10/16
Have you noticed that the leaves are flown
They’ve been whisked away to parts unknown
I wonder where they now congregate
It once was beside each garden gate.
There was a game the small children played,
Heap up the biggest pile of leaves made
And then just jump and roll around
In that leafy mess upon the ground.
I never thought that game was much fun
With all that cleanup you would have done
But now I’m confused, where are the leaves
Are we victims of bucolic thieves ?
TOO SOON ( 2013 ) 2013/10/14
Too soon autumn’s child will appear
There in the fog he’ll disappear
Clad only in the fruits of fall
In orange, red, tan, rust and all
Colors lively shouting my name
Inviting me to join their game.
The air so clean it halts my breath
Speak not of season’s coming death
As flying leaves come tumbling down
To rest at last upon the ground.
There’s time still left to spar and play
We’ll make the best of each today
Before the chill of winter’s drive,
Too soon the snow and sleet arrive.
Claire V. Bogdanos 