Gathering in Fall...

Gathering in Fall

As the days get shorter,

And the evenings grow crisp and cool,

The trees shed their summer colors,

Turning blaze against skies of blue.

Walking deep within the woods,

With the smell of wood fires in the air,

I stop to gaze upon a log

And notice competition there.

My furry friend with bushy tail

Scurries quickly to and fro,

Knowing winter and all that’s cold

Will soon follow fall and so..

Gathering nature’s fall-time bounty,

Nuts to keep him through winter’s time.

I feel a bit like a thief,

And robbing him, a fall time crime.

But chestnuts roasting and hazelnuts baked

Are a rather great reward;

For such a pleasant task as this,

Gathering nature’s bounty dropped by the Lord.

The Fields of Grass.......and stone.....

National Cemetery in Elmira, New York

Fields of Grass & Stone

Cold steel brought me here,

Among my fellow soldiers

And their loved ones tears.

How simple and yet so cold,

Long white lines, markers bold

Soldiers buried young and old.

Honor is a fleeting thing,

Thought as gold in life’s small ring,

Never giving thought to death,

Now I lay with all the rest.

Thoughts of Fall and Winter's coming!

And so its Fall

FALL

The worries of the ending year,

With fall so close and cold so near,

Have brought a sigh to woodland folk,

Who scurry quickly and gather so,

That wintertime in white so stark,

And days that start and end in dark,

Are lit by wood fires fed with love,

Granted to earth from above!

Sun and rain grow the good,

That gives us our supply of wood.

Pumpkins, corn and squash are dried,

To carry us to warmer times.

So scurry my little squirrelly friends,

And chop dear neighbors the wood that sends,

Smoke rising to heaven high above,

To thank Mother Nature for her love!