Monday, November 30, 2009

First Frost

The grass - so green
       after the early autumn rains
Each tip now glistening - silvery white
       in the early dawn.

A bunny stops to study a plant
Carefully choosing just one slender
       stalk of grass
       among the tangle of dry leaves.

Sun slowly warms tall tree branches,
       their leaves - now yellow - catching
       sunlight - into gold.

Every thing is still
       this quiet Sunday morning
As the first frost slowly
       lets go its grip - where sunlight falls.

Seasons contending on the Sunday morning lawn:
       Patches of shadow
               harboring hints of winter
               in frost-tinged waves - of grass
       While sunlight's gleams glisten
               tiny dewdrops,
               of still green summer.

I too sit between seasons this Sunday,
       white hair hinting of wintry times ahead,
A promise of wisdom gaining precious ground
        amidst earlier seasons, contending for my soul.

November 1, 2009


~flowerchild~ said...

The changing of the seasons. I am getting ready to hibernate, like the mukwas...the bears. hahaha And the frost that disappears along the sun trail is warning us the Wintermaker is on the way, bringing us our yearly supply of snow. Brr.

TheraP said...

Thank you for your beautiful words, flower. Especially for the wisdom they contain. Blessings upon you!