Hidden

Hidden Just out of view Work’s being done To make all things new Hidden Under the snow Last Summer’s blooms Will have new color to show Hidden Beneath the ground Once frozen roots Start to rebound Hidden By Winter’s sting Is the promise of life Fulfilled each year by Spring

Islanders

There’s no commotion This time of year For our feathered friends Who’ve gathered near; Islanders Not willing to revoke Their view from above Where they watch townsfolk; Who stay all year Just like they do Staking their claim The whole winter through; Until bitter cold’s gone And warm days return When summer people come Streets and… Read More Islanders

Fade

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.”

Autumn

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.