Autumn Changes
The Fall,
With its cool temperatures,
Has stolen quietly to nest in my yard.
All the forest readies itself
For the coming Winter.
The birds
have all packed their bags
In anticipation
Of the flight south
and
The forest floor
Is disturbed over and over again
By the squirrels
Lining up to make their deposits.
Sadly,
The leaves will soon
Be gone,
Save for the Oak,
Who holds onto her own
Dearly,
Releasing
Only with the promise
Of new growth
In Spring.
With the fall of the leaves
Goes my camouflage
As the screen of forest dissipates.
I will once again
Be visible from the road.
Oh, I do long for Spring
And
Mother Nature's green arms
Around me.
With its cool temperatures,
Has stolen quietly to nest in my yard.
All the forest readies itself
For the coming Winter.
The birds
have all packed their bags
In anticipation
Of the flight south
and
The forest floor
Is disturbed over and over again
By the squirrels
Lining up to make their deposits.
Sadly,
The leaves will soon
Be gone,
Save for the Oak,
Who holds onto her own
Dearly,
Releasing
Only with the promise
Of new growth
In Spring.
With the fall of the leaves
Goes my camouflage
As the screen of forest dissipates.
I will once again
Be visible from the road.
Oh, I do long for Spring
And
Mother Nature's green arms
Around me.
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