Autumn is...
Leaves swirling on the wind
Golden sunsets
End of the nesting season
Migration
Pensive pause.
Leaves swirling on the wind
Golden sunsets
End of the nesting season
Migration
Pensive pause.
Leaves in the Wind and Golden Sunsets
 Autumn winds blow Leaves up from the ground, Swirling high and low. They fly and swirl, By outstretched hands, Beckon, dance and twirl. Reach up, catch one, Red, yellow or brown, Gold against the sun. In on their breeze Fly new hopes and dreams, Opportunities. -MW This is the time of year For sunsets gold. The sun appears so near As we grow old. But just before it sets, It flashes green, Then disappears behind The hills unseen. And we too have the chance To flash a light, Perform a last dance, Before the night. -MW |  Leaves we are Blown by the wind, Burned by the sun, And lost in the night. -JM Blown with the Wind We're back to the monotony of things, We've come full circle, The sixties are nostalgia, The beatniks are no longer, The hippies, the flower children Have all flown with the wind. We're back to the monotony of things, We've come full circle, The sixties are nostalgia, The panaceas are no longer, EST's encounters, rolfing and TM Have all l\blown with the wind. We're back to the monotony of things, We've come full circle, The sixties are nostalgia. \The brotherhoods are no longer, Manson's family,Jones' temple and Synanon Have all blown with the wind. We're back to the monotony of things, But only for a spell! We've come full circle, But only to go full circle! Poets and dreamers, rebels and minstrels, Paradise seekers and god lovers, prophets and gurus, Have all blown with the wind, But only in time to return with the wind! -JM |
Beginnings and Ends
 The Acorn Consider the acorn, Which, when plump and brown, Drops down to the ground, Feeds all who come near, Squirrel, turkey, jay and deer. Of the acorns, a few Burrow into the earth So they too, may give birth, May sprout and grow anew, The cycle begin anew. -MW |  Rosie saying good-bye to Richie? September 26, 2019 cap by Robin, enhanced by SaMo courtesy of Golden Gate Audubon Society nest cam |
| Harbingers of Fall Today I picked The last cucumber From withered vine. Ate the last apple High on the tree. Made zucchini soup From the last squash. Today I saw The first orb-weaver Spinning its web. The first plump acorn Fall from the oak. The first flock of geese Fly overhead. Today I welcomed Autumn. -MW  No, I don't really need a walk, You two just sit here and talk. I'll go out with you in the morning sun, When this dark cold night is done. -Píccola Autumn Song Autumn is the season Falling leaves, dead to the ground, Trees prepare for Winter. But remember, you who fear, West is no Eastern snow, Icy winds do not blow. Here November rains, Waters scorched black earth, Brings life back to birth. Greening grass springs up. Blankets velvet green Seeds that sprout unseen. Autumn is the season, Time for you and me as well, Time inside to dwell. Spend evenings in quiet love, No youthful elation, No infatuation, Peaceful, side by side, By the fireside, Love that will abide. Memories we share, New ones to create, It’s never too late. Autumn is the season, A time of peace and rest, The season I like the best. -Midi | Follow the Wind When I leave the nest Just what do I do? What might be the best Can I follow you? No, my offspring, no, You must go your own way The wind you must follow, When it calls you one day. As it blows you along As you fly on high, Compose your own song, Cast it to the sky. I will go too, but in my own time To my own place, my own tune, Landing in warmer clime, To rest alone, and soon It will be time to return To fly North to the bay Where we’ll perhaps see Each other again one day. -MW To Rosie Rosie, why do you fly, One day take to the sky After a brief good bye? Rosie, where do you go And how do you know What route to follow? Are you flying blind, Or with destination in mind, A place you must find? And when one day you alight, Do you know the place is right Or do you just plan to stay the night? And when night becomes day Do you see other osprey, Then you decide to stay? Rosie, if you must, then fly. Take to your home, the sky, But please return to us by and by. -MW |