Corn Stalk
Scarecrow
In a nightly
show,
branches stand
bare
upon a moon's
glow
corn stalks
bow.
A red fox sings
loud
upon a coolish
night
within a foggy
shroud
in an early
October.
Frost patiently
awaits,
to kiss the green
grasses
and leave a wisp of
white
upon amber
pumpkins.
Cute chipmunks
play
and store winter
food
Blue jays forage and
stay
along walls of
granite.
Corn stalks left
behind
staring at the
scarecrow
during the harvest
time
Jack O'Lantern
smiles.
Times of
Joy
Gentle be the love of thy mother's mother.
soft voice speaking of
memories with clarity.
of kindly crafting knitted mittens each Fall
treasured by all, then in her Winter of days.
of holiday's past and family gatherings
Easter bonnets and
September sonnets
while roasting chestnuts on a big bonfire
stories of
times on the boardwalk in July.
Riding for ice cream in her old yellow Buick
grand cream interior
and fat whitewall tires
glorious days now a memory in the haze
times of
joy with my dear mother's mother.
(Initial Publication, The
Pen Magazine)
Raven's
Gold
coffee pot perks to the
morning beats
banging of trash cans along the lane
garbage truck
rumbles down the road
flies spy the fresh donuts and smile.
blue jays spar in the old
lilac bush
leaves of color float from the heights
Raven's flock in a
golden unkindness
geese fly high heading to the south.
Maples are adorned with
old pails and
making syrup for blueberry pancakes,
fresh apples rest in
baskets on the porch
a last tomato ripens in a sunlit window.
tinkling of spoons in hot
coffee mugs
kids laugh running to the school bus
pumpkin proudly sits
upon my steps
the Raven's Gold is my favorite flavor.