I.
The drone of demands
Briefly switched with hushed stillness
As leaves fall like snow
II.
Horns, sirens, red lights
Renounced for crimson-dappled
Pine needle footpaths
III.
Here, silence is found
Not in lack of sound, but in
Raindrops on crisp leaves.
IV.
Crickets and songbirds
Harmonize with the tall pines,
Singing as they sway.
V.
Cabin-bound evening
As fierce autumn storms descend,
But can’t dampen joy.
VI.
Unseasonal warmth
Gives way to plummeting temps.
Two hearts find kindling.
VII.
Sizzling bacon
Crackling fire in the hearth
Savoring morning
VIII.
In vain, camera’s eye
Tries to mimic that which is
Creator-endowed
IX.
Sun warms exposed skin
As chilled air caresses same.
Season of wonder.
X.
Grateful for God’s gifts
As autumn’s palette fades, and
Our road now leads home
“But how do you thank someone who has taken you from crayons to perfume?” (Don Black’s To Sir with Love)
Students from yesteryear gather to honor him.
I see the pride well and spill.
Not arrogance or superiority, but a grounded wonder
As he processes the ripples initiated
By his long-passed presence in their lives.
© copyright 2013, Marie Elena Good