Last Charades

Copper leaves and copper dial,

counting down the hours to snow;

tawny henna’s fiery trial,

acting out its fall tableaux.

Father Time gives warning shout,

“Make haste, make haste, the autumn fades!”

Accordingly, the world blacks out,

playing season’s last charades.

11 comments on “Last Charades

  1. Beautiful rich picture and delightful words! It is time to add a wool blanket to our beds…

    Blessings ~ Wendy

  2. Marcy says:

    No color left here. LOL! Your pictures are increasingly beautiful. Have you taken a photog course or just played around more with settings?

    • melodylowes says:

      I’ve started doing a bit of editing in picmonkey online – pretty basic, but lots of fun. The snow hit us yesterday, and I haven’t had time to snap any photos yet, so my blog is a bit behind in the reality department! *giggle*

  3. Caddo Veil says:

    This is WOW-Wonderful, Melody!! I totally love your sundial, and these words are poetically perfect. (We’ve had snow in the mountains, but prayer-hopefully we won’t get much where I am.)

    • melodylowes says:

      My world has been white for the past two days – haven’t had the time to get out and snap any pics yet, so my blog is lagging behind my outdoor reality. Hopefully it will melt and we’ll have a few more weeks without??

  4. RoSy says:

    I hope there are lots of hours left before we see snow.I’m not ready 😉

  5. Debbie says:

    This poem just flowed so perfectly, Melody! Like time! God bless you and these days ahead!

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