by R.E. Slater
Green
leaves fell hard
One
sunny frosted morning
When
all was death and quiet.
* * *
A
large leafed tree stood proud
Late
in the rising autumn sun
Then
quickly became undressed.
* * *
The
morning quiet was loud
But
not as loud as nearby tree
Exploding
leaves into the ground.
* * *
By
the hundreds the leaves fell
Without
air to hold them up
Falling
noisily to the ground below.
* * *
One
frosted, chilly morning
I
stood breathless to watch
The
sudden death of autumn.
* * *
When
all was peace and wonder
I
laid me down in leafy bed
Resting
in pillowed content.
* * *
Dead
leaves crunched under my step
The
woodland did not stop nor care
Nor
did I – filled with its brilliance.
* * *
Hunters
once were here
And
now were gone
And
life spread round-and-round.
* * *
Youth
was once all I had -
Before
the wonders of fall
The
improbable beauty of winter.
* * *
Hickory
nuts rested in a battered pail
Freshly
picked from the cold ground
While
grandma chattered in delight.
* * *
Dark
shadows crossed the hillocks
Dimming
autumn’s lingering lights
Orange
moonrise brought all back.
* * *
My
chilly breath like a chimney stack
Lifted
and rose into the autumn airs
On
friendship’s many dappled wings.
* * *
The
red tractor’s large black tires
Were
muddy and packed tight –
Dad
did not care and went to bed.
* * *
We
left in early morning’s cold darks
Carrying
heavy guns in small hands
Watching
wet dogs sniff and run.
* * *
The
cotton band uniform held the cold
Wet
winter rain pressed against my skin
Brightly
stepping to drums and bugles!
* * *
Autumn
sunrise met autumn sunset
Orangish
yellows blazed dusky reds
Not
one day ended as it began.
* * *
Autumn
days warm the soul
Autumn
evenings clear the head
Decay
and rot sweetly fill the air.
* * *
The
clasp of cold autumn air
Pulls
at my jacket’s warm collar
Lifts my face
to its breath.
- R.E. Slater
November 5 & 19, 2012;
March 3, 2014
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