Change
Summer walks along the garden path,
imprinting its footprints of flowers.
Green dreams wander the wind-lisped
grass with its multitudinous tongues.
Bright birds toll the morning bells
and announce a midsummer madness.
Occupational therapy, this forced feeding:
a million beaks and bellies nurtured.
All too soon, the shortening of days,
fall’s stealthy approach, the long trip home.
The moon will then swing its winter lantern.
Orion, dog at heel, will hunt his star-frosted sky.
Crows, those eternal survivors, will take salt
and the occasional meal from icy roads.
Comment:
It’s cloudy this morning and there is a chill in the air. The rowan berries are a bright yellow-turning-rapidly-to-orange. The crab apples are little red faces peering from laden tree and branch. The whole world has a sense of imminent change. Winter is never far away and the fear of frost-on-high-ground is always upon us.
rogermoorepoet 
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It was a nice read. Transported me to the windy cold scene. Just amazing!!
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This has a very nice flow in it, and the comment below as well. A poem that feels good. Beautiful post.
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Wonderful images of the winds tongue, summer walking, Orion chasing, and crows eating salt…
Just great!!
Dwight
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OOps! I guess it was the grass’s tongue not the wind although I like the idea of the wind having a tongue as well.
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Well … maybe we need a pom about intertwined tongues: “the grass and the wind, tongues intertwined”!
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Go for it! You could write a dozen this that!
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Manana, as they say in Spain. I’ll think ‘tongue-twisters’ all night. I wonder what my Teddy Bear will have to say.
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He’ll be stuttering by morning!
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Thanks, Dwight! Get inspired, get writing, and ‘you have a good one’ as they say up here!
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Change is d definite rule of nature ,dear roger!!beautiful lines”the moon will swing then its winter lantern……..star-frosted sky…”.wonderful.
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Thank you, Aruna. When I think “cold” and “star-frosted”, I don’t think the Arctic, I think the Himalayas!
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How much ur anwer is amazing.u r talking d Himalayas.i m glad .u r so much kind person,dear roger!!
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Good morning, R. Although I don’t respond (with a reply) to every piece, I do read them all. This is the line that gets to me, this time:
Orion, dog at heel, will hunt his frosted sky. Cheers, and see you soon, Chuck
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I have always liked Orion, our winter constellation, par excellence. He graces that Southern Sky!
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