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
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
Monday, November 30, 2009
Posted by TheraP at Monday, November 30, 2009