Kittyfoot
27-10-2005, 06:14 PM
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Autumn Fires
An autumn fire races through the forest,
Tongues of russet, crimson and gold,
Flare brightly amidst the greens, then freeze in place.
Below it all a white-tailed deer feeds,
Peaceful and undisturbed.
No smoke rises from these blazes,
Just a gentle morning mist all silver.
No cries of terror ring, no hearts bleed pain.
A rabbit sniffs the autumn breeze,
And hops away unconcerned.
It's only Autumn with her artist's brush,
Swirling colors through the leaves.
Invitations to a last dance for the trees,
A fandango, a fiesta, a highland's reel,
Before the long winters rest.
I sit and marvel at the beauty on display,
The brightest and most wonderful in years.
And in my mind I feel they know I'm leaving soon,
Never to return again.
It's Canada saying goodbye.
Copyright by: Wayne Pond
Oct. 12, 2003
Autumn Fires
An autumn fire races through the forest,
Tongues of russet, crimson and gold,
Flare brightly amidst the greens, then freeze in place.
Below it all a white-tailed deer feeds,
Peaceful and undisturbed.
No smoke rises from these blazes,
Just a gentle morning mist all silver.
No cries of terror ring, no hearts bleed pain.
A rabbit sniffs the autumn breeze,
And hops away unconcerned.
It's only Autumn with her artist's brush,
Swirling colors through the leaves.
Invitations to a last dance for the trees,
A fandango, a fiesta, a highland's reel,
Before the long winters rest.
I sit and marvel at the beauty on display,
The brightest and most wonderful in years.
And in my mind I feel they know I'm leaving soon,
Never to return again.
It's Canada saying goodbye.
Copyright by: Wayne Pond
Oct. 12, 2003