"Where The Winds of Autumn Take Me"

   
 
  " Where the Winds of Autumn Take Me"


The wind turned southeast to northwest,
  once emerald green leaves
  now shimmer radiant,
  dancing down upon me.

Early morning dew greets heavy,
  along with smells of last nights fire;
  embers barely glowing,
  as coffee awakes my tire.

Awaiting short lived light;
  day’s journey quickened.
Crisp air slapping face,
  this Autumn morning in Maine.

The nut gatherers racing,
  up and down trees.
  Near grown fawns with mothers
  putting new winter coats on.

A lumbering bear plump
  from summer forage;
  yawns and growls impatient,
  for a long rest needed.

Where winds of autumn take me,
  to thoughts of years gone by.
  And all the summers' splendor,
  to winters' voice it cries.

Hurry at stacking wood;
  for soon snow covers all.
  Storm windows secure;
  leaves piled high still fall.

Picked the last green tomatoes,
  potatoes, peppers too.
  Canning the last few fruits,
  hard work paid its dues.

Migration’s cloud out the sky,
  serenade with bugle calls.
  and drifting hawks of sorts,
  eying me from their view.

My ,my what a beautiful time,
  like each new seasons' own,
  my mind drifts far away,
  and I'm so close to home.

Where winds of autumn take me,
  where winds of autumn go.

S A Gibbins 11-01-07