December Transition

Winter windbreaker Raincoat layered over fleece Elements of autumn retreat Forces of winter advance Battling for a place on the calendar Bitter cold endless drizzle punctuated with icy flakes Indecisive December deceives with her sudden clear blue skies Inviting visitors on pleasant walks in the brief bursts of sunshine Poofy white billowy clouds pull the … Continue reading December Transition

Northwest November

It’s that time of year * Rivers rise and flood over their banks Gray torrents of currents Raindrops pour down Colorless To fill the earth with puddles and mud * Clouds fill the sky with slate and gray and white and black Swirling and twirling Chasing one other across the horizon Fighting to envelope the … Continue reading Northwest November

Dripping

Dripping Dripping Dripping The world is soaked In liquid skies Pouring down Drenching the earth, the trees, the birds Everything Gray drips pouring from gray clouds Wind pushing clouds toward the north as they appear to rise up from the hilltops only to be dispersed quickly across the sky Hummingbirds and woodpeckers shake off the … Continue reading Dripping

November Storm

After the dark dreary downpour the world brightens Clouds hang dark and low over the islands Creating shadows and mystery Sunlight pours through the cracked sky Bathing the gray harbor waters in silver The air is crisp and fresh with a hint of snow wafting somewhere in the breeze High tide pours over the edge … Continue reading November Storm

Contrasting Images Surrounding Autumn

Acres of plump orange pumpkins surrounded by rows of sunflowers-- dried and wilting. Random corn stalks left standing alone in harvested fields surrounded in rows of stubble. Truckloads of potatoes and row upon row of so much more waiting to be released surrounded by endless fields of kale and cabbage, carrots and brussel sprouts in … Continue reading Contrasting Images Surrounding Autumn

If Autumn Was A Housewife

If Autumn Was A Housewife 🍁 She would wring the dark gray clouds like a mop Into a bucket called the sea And swirl them around to make waves and ripples to clean the shore 🍁 She would turn on her vacuum at full speed Into the maple tree Turn it in reverse And spin … Continue reading If Autumn Was A Housewife