The summer days
like dreams have whirled.
An autumn oak
indicates
With brown
leaves the key to gates
Which opens a
white and frigid world.
Sunday, May 25, 2014
Not a Strife
A yellow leaf on
a green spruce is not a strife.
It makes such an
impression
Of the seasons’
succession
And everlasting
development of life.
Rocks
Rocks rising up
like reefs
Through the
golden sea cleave.
That which was
an autumn tree
Having shed all
its leaves.
Pink Plant
The sturdy
strong pink plant,
A part of autumn
chant,
Bursts out with
simple beauty...
I took a picture
of this cutie.
The Sunny Flakes
The sunny flakes
the tree has shed
Like grains of
gold upon the lawn.
The summer's
gone.
Life goes on.
And lilac
happiness ahead.
Authority
Authority in its
superiority
Provides severe
discipline
That timorous
sorority
Avoids bad
might-have-been.
Stretching the Wings
The goose is
stretching its wings
Looking forward
to a flight.
The one that
dizzy freedom brings
Amidst the
elemental fight.
A Bridegroom and a Bride
A pair of geese
is walking along the riverside
Enjoying
sightseeing and each other,
A happy
bridegroom and a bride,
Gently talking
goose words to one another.
Cold Water
Cold water flows
from afar
Changing the way
things are.
On this clear
autumn day
It will wash our
griefs away.
Waterside Park, Rockwood, Ontario
- Your Majesty,
it's time for the performance of the Day of Golden Fall.
The orchestra is
waiting and the audience is ready.
They are
impatiently anticipating the magic air you have prepared for the ball
That sounds so
sweet and is so heady.
- I'm on my way.
Give me a minute to fine tune my flute.
I do believe, My
Lady,
The melody will
fill the woods, the river and this place with the salute
Of harmony that
gives the inspiration
To all the
living beings to enjoy the vivid beauty
Of life that's
reigned ever since the World's creation.
Red Drops
The drops are
red.
The stone is
brown.
The yellow
leaves are on the ground.
What else
exciting can be said?
The Golden Fall
is overhead.
The Orange River
The orange river
flows
Into my
prodigious heart.
Let cold winter
snow,
We won’t be
apart.
Leaves in my Yard
Soft autumn
leaves have fallen
By magic in my
yard.
With innocence
they are enthralling
This fascinated
bard.
Serenity
The rays of sun
are coming through
The leaves and
my excited soul.
Above the
world's spread out in Blue
The bright
Serenity of Fall.
Chair
The sun hot
patterns weaves
On yellow maple
leaves.
The finest thing
of all,
Bright gift of
Golden Fall.
Surprise
Green summer
wood
By autumn magic
could
Reveal its
blessing in disguise
To my immense
surprise.
The Maple Leaves
The maple leaves
reflecting rays of sun,
Give summer
warmth to earth.
The biting frost
of starry nights to shun
Before cold
winter's birth.
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