Harvest moon, you nod and wink
at farmers working hard below
to gather in what’s on the brink
of being smothered by the snow.
What insects we must look to you,
who wisely rule the sky above;
remind our hearts that earthly views
are trumped by those whose rays are love.
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‘V’ is for fall,
living arrows on a southward spiral,
pointing out the obvious –
Autumn arrives with strings attached.
Snows and North Gales
are on the end of that umbilical cord,
so ‘V’ is for fall;
make haste for calmer climes,
to natal stars,
leaving cracked eggshells
as a deposit
I live beneath an incredible migratory path – this time of year, the skies are resonant with honks and wings of untold number. Their annual pilgrimage marks the seasons for the mortals who toil beneath their flight path.
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Strangled by frost’s fists,
your cells surrender.
Cytoplasm spills from pores
hard-pressed by mercury’s plunge.
It is time.
Time to beat a hasty retreat,
seal off summer’s silhouette
and lay up treasures
for seasons to come.
Capitulation, not abandonment;
acquiescence, not succumbing.
After your pupal pause,
Sun caresses your dead skin;
Posted in A Wounded Heart, Autumn, Dealing with Difficulties, Endurance, Letting Go, Mystery, Nature, Poetry, Positive Thinking Tagged autumn, climate, free verse poem, frost, life, longevity, nature, photography, plants, preparation, survival