A Change of Seasons

digital artwork from a photoAutumnal

Faint as the smoke from a fir-branch fire

far off on the foggy shore,

Where salt-stung sea choruses a choir

as the tide rolls more and more

Of the oyster shells in its back-and-forth,

tumbling them to pearly dust,

I can hear the birds winging from the north

as each Fall they surely must,

And I watch as they darken the silver skies

in a wave of shivering black,

Sailing south toward warmth with their anguished cries,

to bid the sweet Summer backdigital artwork from a photo

14 thoughts on “A Change of Seasons

    • That’s one of my favorite aspects of both writing and reading, as I’m sure it is yours: the moment of stepping out of the stream of the present and removing oneself from, well, *oneself*, however briefly.

  1. First let me say, Kathryn, that your autumn leaves painting took my breath away/ I just wanted to stroke it and get lost in it – you are a master with textures and light and colors! And another lovely lovely poem too. I think autumn is a favorite time for you …

    • Feel free to jump into my leaf-pile and roll around a bit. You reminded me immediately of that activity, a joy when I was a youngster living on aptly tree-lined Maple street. 😀 Yes, I do get happily nostalgic come autumn.

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