Along with stories, I have for most of my life, enjoyed writing poetry. Some ok, some bad, some terrible, and once in a long while, a winner. You be the judge, and please leave constructive feed back.

Friday, November 30, 2012

Enchanted October

Enchanted October

An enchanted breeze
Blows through the trees
Weaving a magic spell
The morning chill
That lingers still
Carries a wood-smoke smell
An autumn sun
Has just begun
To warm the October day
It’s shining down
Upon the ground
Melting the frost away
The poplar trees
Are losing leaves
Bright yellow, they’re falling down
They whisper goodbye
With a breathy sigh
And float quietly to the ground
The big oaks stand
Stoic and grand
With leaves of burgundy red
Its acorns abound
Which fall to the ground
Where deer and squirrels are fed
Like a fire in the woods
Where trees once stood
The maples burn just as bright
Brilliant gold
To reds so bold
They shine like mid-day lights
Amidst the trees, seen
Are dark ever-greens
Cedar and holly and pine
Whose color remains
All seasons the same
Unchanged by the passing of time
High in the branches
A squirrel takes his chances
Jumping from limb to limb
He climbs up and down
From treetop to ground
Gathering nuts in his den
In treetops, aloft
The breeze blowing soft
Stirs the leaves red, gold, and brown
As slowly they die
And stiffen and dry
Each one will soon fall to the ground
Fall’s magic spell
Comes here to dwell
For just a few October days
Then quickly they’re past
As November comes fast
And blows the enchantment away.

(c) 10/12/2005
James L. Frady

1 comment:

  1. Magnificent, James. A mood perfectly captured. Your writing talent is obvious.