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Building Blocks
This thought comes from Autumn Leaves:
As even coral reefs die
When certain conditions exist,
The building blocks created
Over years on top of tireless years
Just crumble and decay
Back from whence they came.
Coral reef
Colorado
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
Beautiful Colorado,
I offer you this salutation:
Your lofty grandeur and cold, clear streams
Have captured my admiration.
I’ve watches you each year, changing apparel
Through different seasons,
Each more beautiful than a melody,
And I’m enraptured for these reasons.
Your flowered aspen meadows turn green,
Then to red and gold;
In summer, your lofty mountains are bareheaded,
Yet white-capped in winter’s cold.
Quiet beauty of your secret places
Are in the eyes of the beholder,
Changes with the seasons,
Like colored pictures in a folder.
When first my eyes beheld you,
I knew from the start,
I was chained by your beauty
Like a horse harnessed to a cart.
I’ll Be There
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
Where wild winds rush,
Causing sea waves through tall grass.
Where crystal clear water
Crashes and dances in rocky stream beds.
Where tall stately evergreens
Climb up mountain ladders.
Where eyes narrow and strain
To absorb distant, hazy vistas.
Where wild animals still find refuge
In nature’s embrace.
Where eagles still glide free
Through space and time.
Where colorful cutthroat trout
Lurk in clear, cold, rocky domains.
Where golden aspen leaves shake,
Then fall in cold, clean air.
Find this special place and look for me —
Cause I’ll be there.
Summer’s Gone
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
Strung out and “V’d” against the sky,
They honk out a noisy farewell.
Magnificent sight in early morning’s light,
They’ll fly over hill and dale.
No clock or calendar tells them —
Their flight plans long-since laid.
Stroking determined wings in flight, day and night,
Until their journey’s made.
Winter’s coming. It’s kind of sad
As they wing their way down south.
They’ll return when the weather warms,
And a smile will again adorn my mouth.
Old Sentinel
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
Quietly, he watched
With clear, beady eye
Toward snow-freckled landscape,
Ghostly, grey sky.
Frigid wind knifed
Into feathery bone.
Old Canadian Goose
Now completely alone.
Southern fly-ways beckoned
With their annual ring.
Members of his flock
Disappeared on strong wing.
Too old and weak,
No strength left to fly.
Instinct forbade him
To even try.
He honked farewell tiredly
With his remaining might,
As last departing stragglers
Disappeared from sight.
Primary flight feathers,
Ragged, unpreened —
No protection from freezing wind,
Unchecked, unscreened.
Soon white snow
Would blanket the land,
Bringing silent death
To hapless animal and man.
From gosling to maturity,
Years long since gone,
He would die where he hatched
On this small lake he knew as home.
Autumn Leaves
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
Father Time once again waves his wand,
Signaling season’s change.
Warm, sunny days surrender quietly
To oncoming snow and rain.
Leaves of multicolor profusion
Play tag upon the wind.
Her arms spread wide, Mother Earth
Awaits patiently for their flight to end.
Carried haphazardly by the winds
And scattered all around.
The winds die down, while leaves still fall,
Fluttering to the ground.
Mother Earth nurtured the trees that gave leaves birth,
Now she will stop and rest.
The leaves will decompose
In time to nurture Mother Earth.
Tree limbs now bare
Move in the wind like long but skinny whips.
Words take shape
And blend on the poet’s lips.
When leaves do fall and the wild goose calls
Backward from the fold,
Brings foreboding melancholy
Creeping o’er my soul.
Unknown to many,
Father Time has his secret reasons.
Falling leaves are just one way
He signals the changing seasons.
My life’s companion strolls beside me
Through the crisp, cold breeze.
We both exalt in season’s change
As we crunch through Autumn Leaves.
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