She caught herself staring At a desolate tree Peeling bark and leafless branches Reaching Into the cold Crystal blue sky Where puffy clouds floated Aloofly by Unaware of its reach For something Nothing Anything at all She caught herself staring At a cardinal Just starting to sing And found a lifeline Between Fall and spring
A full harvest moon Will rise tonight On Friday the 13th The bats will take flight To search the orchard In the cool, dark air Where trees grow heavy With apples and pears On bent branches Above the pumpkin patch The bats swoop down For bugs to catch As calls of the wild Enliven… Read More Bleed into Shadow
Though Halloween’s over There’s still treats to be had The sweet taste of pumpkin Drives the squirrels mad; They nibble and gnaw Through poor Jack O’s face Until his once toothy grin Is but a hole to escape; These furry scavengers Love to eat and run Making each meal a bit Of mischievous fun
When the air is crisp And the leaves are gone The tree’s bare branches Call them home; One-by-one They pick their perch Until the naked tree Is clothed with birds; A haunting song they do sing Of warmer days gone by A fond farewell For leaves who’ve met their demise; From bare branches Where they… Read More Haunting Song
How the largest, proudest pumpkin Exactly came to be Well, that remains a mystery Between you and me; Nature vs. Nurture There are arguments for both Was the magic in the seed Or is it the farmer who can boast; About how this giant pumpkin So proudly on display Took all summer to grow Into… Read More Nature vs. Nurture
Dare to be heard Over the deafening blame Dare to be different Turning frowns upside down Dare to be peace In a time of despair Dare to be you Remaining humble and true Dare to care About what others go through Dare to dream For a better world to esteem Dare to change When others… Read More Dare
Covered by fallen leaves And orange pine needles Once green; Acorns on the ground Become lost treasures To be found; By squirrels Who prepare For autumn’s sundown; When a pointed finger Issues an icy demand, “Colors, fade. You must follow Winter’s plan.”
Framed by darkness Illuminated by light A mixed composition Is the cycle of life; Seasons of change Some welcomed…some not All have a purpose Lest we forgot; Even the rainy days That block out the sun Help ignite the color In the next autumn to come.
Life on the vine; Try to stay in a straight line. Through the hotness of summer; We grow through our slumber. Turning from green to orange; The animals scurry, begin to forage. Autumn is here, it’s that time. We have matured, we’re in our prime. It will find you, this is the day; The light… Read More A Pumpkin Story
Yes, it is that time of year again. My fellow New Englanders know exactly what I’m talking about. Fall has arrived. There is a crispness in the air that had been missing for the past humid summer months. With the periodic chill felt in the swirling wind, leaves spiral to the ground from the upper… Read More Once a year – fall is here
