From towering limbs They drop, gently floating down – Coloring the sky.
Black bodies pulsing, Pecking; An ominous sign? A murder most fowl?
Hello! Do you see? No yet, oh no, but soon – ho! Cold, dark, mean winter!
Enveloped by green. Golden light, birdsong, warm breeze. Quiet contentment.
Burst of flame, pleading A lifeless gray sky, asking To let in some light.
Look! I’ll be gone soon… Back to where I came, to sleep – Until I return.
GOLD Scurry draws the gaze – The Sun’s favorite among trees, Crowned in golden light.
LEAF PEEPERS Audible gasp, “Oh!” Vibrant colors! Reds! Orange! Joy before the cold.
YANKEE SUMMER So scarce, fleeting here. Bursts of green; long, golden days. Warmth not long to stay.
NOCTURNAL Piercing the silence, Through the open window a Howl; nature intrudes.