fall ditty

The wind blows up the valley
And through the merry trees
The prophecy of change
Is whispered to the leaves
The slanting of the sun
The song of anxious crickets
The drying air and drying grass
The geese down by the thickets
The frost along the trenches
The bowers empty nests
The desperate love of home
Caught up with such unrest.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Hey, I like your "fall ditty" alot! you paint a beautiful scene in this poem.