Fall

My Days

 

 

I linger here for awhile ~

Even though these late Fall days are held

Hell-bound in a blast of frozen Artic air.

The last of the Pinnaquin Oak leaves

Are still falling swiftly in a downward cascade

Fully seen by a bright blue sky as it waits

And a Red-tailed Hawk eyes the knee-deep covered woodland forest floor.

I once held onto each autumn day ~

Now I hold onto even the coldest of days.

Have you really looked through the winter greys and walked side-by-side their barness?

In winter the earth rests in brilliance of variance and form

Scenes unseen in autumn, spring or summer!

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