A solo snowflake makes its entrance in the sky.
Gliding down to cold ground below.
Then a duet of snowflakes makes the fall,
One alternating their falling lines below.
Quartet of falling snowflakes descends in great harmony,
As they play their winter chords aloud.
They beckon the final act to start;
And a chorus of snowflakes flutter down;
Their grand symphony for everyone to see.
Gracing their final showing,
Striding to put on their best show.
Showing their falling mystical beauty
For tonight is the finally concert of the season.
Winter came early
Extending its cold hand
Shaking snow about
From grey cloud shakers
Snow lands as salt
Blanketing ground below
I watch as a snowplow
Cuts through to open ground again
Darkness when I sleep
When I wake it’s dark in my keep
I wonder if hour is wrong
Clock phone is right on time
Wish I could sleep longer
Too much stuff in morning to do
Must get up before the sun
For dog must go out
Before I leave for work
Evening comes with full moon high
Leaves rustle along branches
They shake for cold wind comes
Wind whisper among leaves
Telling them darkness will last longer
For which their color will drain
Turning them brown, red, orange and yellow
And one by one they drop in heaps to ground
Their life drying up crumbling when footsteps trod
Wind carries away
Fall has come
Summer is still here
Will nature know which one to use?
For I would like to see color leaves
Not for one day
But for whole season
Please let Fall settle in
Summer I’ll see you next year
I wrote a poem and a wolf took off with it in his mouth.
He ran quickly through trees and across clear river as I tried to catch him.
Up over hill moon shone it’s golden orb.
I stopped upon the hill crest and looked below.
Around fallen logs a wolf pack gathered waiting for their leader.
He came to a stop around them and gently placed my poem upon the ground.
He nudged the creases out and with elderly wise eyes read what I wrote.
He finished; tipped his head and responsed to my poem.
His wordless howling song tugged at me for I had written about love of nature.
He finished his song and looked up to where I was on hill.
He gently took my poem and raced back up the hill.
He stopped inches to where I was and bowed his head towards me.
I nodded to him taking my poem and clutched against my chest.
He turned around and raced back down to his wolf pack.
I stayed the evening and listened to them sing their leader’s song.
It was sweet to my ears to know they loved my poem.