Willow and Mint
Sweet, savory fall time.
Lush grasses gather their last
fullness before the first cutting frost.
Trees soak up the waning full
days of sun
And breathe out a sigh of dropping
leaves
Leaving their glory swirling down
the avenues, in a final tidal wave of color.
Mints
And hide themselves
Under derelict grasses
And leaf banks of warmth
Seeking protection from the certain
outlash
Of rain and snow and naked winter
days.
Willows bow gracefully to the fall
Before becoming brittle and angry
As the wind tugs away at slender
leaves
And steals the summers wealth of
soft cloaked coverings
Left drying and reduced on the
ground.
The nights deepen, and fall brings an
uncanny hush to the field
As the birds are departing
Leaving scattered seeds for spring
yield.
Once again the full moon rises and shines on the land
As it signals the creatures to treasure the fall bounty
Before the darkening days give in to
winter
And chill scours the earth.
Laura Istas - Sept. 19, 2013
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