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Leaves of Anticipation

Smokey Mountain Road,
photo by dfav, 10/21/2020
It's the fall, after months of waiting,
For cooler weather, crisp breezes,
Crunchy apples, corn stalks and pumpkins,
Foliage turning as we're anticipating,
Football, bon fires and apple cider.

Those leaves keep on turning,
They will keep on falling in chillier winds,
Until branches are bare, barren, naked,
Which will now have strength to bend?
With graceful, evergreens peeking in?

Now the winter temps have crept in,
Cold and dampness announce "I'm here",
Snow is swirling, dancing, blowing,
Leaves are buried in snowbanks near,
Snowmen, snow balls and forts we're seeing.

Streets are covered, black ice a danger,
It's too cold to play to long outside,
Roofs threatened by ice, heavy snows,
Chimneys puffing smoke from fires,
Hard wood, propane, natural gas.

Winter melts and spring is coming,
Flowers peeking, buds on branches appearing
Sneaks of colors, warm sun, new life,
Brand new leaves on branches breathing,
Wonder, amazement, hope appears.

Warmed air flirts with hidden seeds,
Before too long and life has bloomed in,
Anticipation of all new starts,
Life, reviving, resurrection begins,
All that is old is suddenly new again.

Summer steps with higher temperatures,
Last of baseball hits are echoing,
Swimming, zoo trips, vacation Bible schools,
All too soon school will be beginning,
Air conditioners, ice cream and late movies.

All four seasons leaves anticipating,
Of what is now and what will be,
Bright green, mellowed and yellowed,
Life renewing a cycle you can see,
Dying, renewing, birthing, life.



Southern Fall

The last rose shivers on rose bush row

Ivy green clings bravely to the vine

The newborn tippity-tap of babies toes

Are now the sure footed steps of the grown.

The swallows flew south this morning

The Canadian geese pass overhead

Animals who burrow in tree and ground

Are lining nests and making their beds.

Lacy canopies of russet and gold

Line the bridle paths winding below

Leaves dance in breeze blown cold

Twirling, swirling red, gold and orange.

Sunrise glitters on frosted ground

Fall in the South shows off so well

Like lovely ladies determined to impress

Though sundown brings a deeper chill.

Mums hold aloft petaled heads

Pansies wink their purple eyes

Shrubbery stands erect in flower beds

Heralds that the summer’s done.

Stews and soups bubble on the stove

Families gather in their cozy lairs

In the orchards and the groves

Pickers pluck apple trees completely bare.

Hayrides delight the young and old

No better season of life I know

A time when the air seems so bold

Fall falls gracefully on my Southern home.

        -d.f.a.v. 11/11/12

Enjoy your fall season!