Winds at dawn, dewdrops
shivering on blades of green
grass; windows rattle and
leaves slide across the veranda
floor; bellowing clouds clutter the
skies, ice crystals’ form a
wonderland upon the rocky shore.
The radiance of a rising sun spreads
into the new day, flowers are gone;
the field of Poppies’ are now only a
waving sea of red in memory.
The garden filled with a bounty of
squash, gourds and pumpkins cover
The land is ready to sleep, yet it cringes
with the thoughts of ice and snow that
will soon be here; but first it must wait
patiently for the golden autumn to disappear.