Seasons Changing
  (14X10)


First five months, things are taken in stride, everything easy,
One day at a time...summer sun makes me lazy...
June, July, and August are unpredictably sunny, rainy or stormy...
Days start to become dreary, the downpour affects me deeply
Yet, my heart beats faster now...these months stir anxiety,
Reminders come regularly now, as the hours pass by swiftly...
Expectations, rising... I meet September winds with much longing,
As I count the hours, the days, the weeks approaching...
The moment is here...busy October has gone, finally over,
I feel the chilly winds of December, in early November...
My whole body shivers, almost surrendering to this bursting cold,
As a blanket warms me and my socks-wrapped frozen toes...
Autumn colors, snowy sights, and freezing nights overcome me...
But somber thoughts, moments, travel with me, on this evening flight.



Sally

Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

~

Snow like a whisper does fall from the sky,
silently finding its way
Morning shall come in the blink of an eye,
nature to beckon the day

White fills the quiet with hope of a smile,
melodies that you might hear
Blanketing softy in porcelain style,
a glow born of sun does appear

Stillness shall flourish in peace at this hour,
cold it will harness the reins
Glorious patterns to stay but a while,
here on this earth to reclaim

Tranquil endeavors to quell every whim,
lie on the lawn in repose
Forgotten meanings that now shall begin,
found each occasion it snows

Gentle its echo as we find retreat,
here by the warmth of the fire
No use descending on snow covered streets,
only our love is required

Unruffled seasons of splendor do shine,
muted the colors they bear
Normal these visions of our wintertime,
life without worry or care

Slower the pace of this plaid flannel world,
hectic the days of ago
Restful this morning to us has unfurled,
taking each step a bit slow

Nothing to urgent that now can not wait,
serenity finds to take hold
The heat of the fire we two do migrate,
so warm inside when it’s cold

Pearlescent shimmering visions this day,
resting here safe in your love
Oh but to spend my life living this way,
*bring forth the snow from above

~

Crape myrtle highlights
in chartreuse diversions,
oak tree decisions along brittle stem
Maple leaf push pins and ash scented postcards
Autumn approaches, its fingers to send

Northern now breezes
as petals start falling,
blending the colors of November dreams
Days count much shorter and windows are open,
change in direction a’ dance on the stream

Standing behind me now
caught in the mirror,
reflections of summer and hummingbird song
leaves painted softer in patterns of wishes
butterfly tickles may happen along

Warm apple cider
and scarves plaid and woolen,
hang from the pegs in the entryway hall
Come again welcomes on echoes of sunlight
*send out the greeting, the coming of fall

~~~


a new month
dawns in subtle colors
sky stippled
slate grey in the vast deep
but the horizon
anouncing the glory of the sun
a pastel dream of
lilac ashes and peach lavender
the light barely touching
the bottoms of the clouds with
masterful brushstrokes

~~~

mesquite tree's
leaves and delicate twigs
a hunter green foreground
like a world of
pointulistic branching corals
against the air
dappled and breathing
like the side of a great stallion
grazing peaceful
but within moments ready
to canter into
a new day



(c) soulsurvivor
november 1, 2014

Early this morning drove my wife into work
Nothing unusual about that
What was unusual though was the clarity of the light
Was a beautiful sunlit morning and I was heading east
Straight into the rising sun
Then I noticed the leaves, reds, golds
In that sunlight they seemed almost translucent as the sun
Shone from behind
Every leaf edged with a misty white halo
I know, just a trick of the early morning light
But in all my 69 years I don't ever remember seeing such a sight