October

Well, the debate was last night. I did watch it, but I’m not posting on it today. I think there are enough pontificators out there to defend and refute anything and everything and frankly I’m tired of it.

So I will post on the beautiful month. October.

Flowers In The Fall

© 2012 Rolland G. Smith

O fleeting, splendid bright, October’s dazzling light

Long hidden in the buds of birth below the green.

An ecstasy of eye’s ability to see

What nevermore and ever will again be seen.

Tiara wreaths of crimson reds and sienna.

Robes of rusted browns; ensigns tanned in saffron hue,

Waving standards of the oak, the birch and maple,

The ash and aspen, just before their leaf’s adieu.

Blowing in a pruning breeze, colors drop away,

Not to die but to decorate the frosted fall

And celebrate the shedding cloak of summer’s sheen

Before the dancing flakes of snow will white enthrall.

Colors are the chorus, the seasons change in sound.

Scarlet, a crispy snap, Jasmine’s much more frail;

Maroons rustle in the breath of a bouncing wind

And lingering greens help the harmonies prevail.

The leaves of fall, the garland crowns of wooded land

Attune to the life of man by the breaths we share.

The exhale of one, the inhale of the other,

A symbiotic natural grace within the air.

Keep thy palette bright, October, drop no more leaves

Least not until appreciation passes by

And then, the comfort of your flower quilt will warm

A winter day with thanks the way you beautify.