It is time of gathering. Bare branches stretch up to the sky. The last of autumn’s glorious colored leaves cling to the trees. Squirrels and chipmunks scurry across the frozen ground retrieving nuts and seeds they have collected. An ever- changing assortment of birds alight on branches, flit from fence post to fence post, come to feed on the seeds a samaritan has left on the ground. This time of year is a time for celebration, a time to bring friends and family together, a time to reflect for all we are grateful for. And still I feel a sense of sadness. A loss for the green and growing. A loss for summer’s promise and spring’s renewal. I await the winter mornings with trepidation. But her icy fingers beckon. and I know I must follow. Everything has a season. I am fortunate to live in a place where nature surrounds me. I take comfort in the industrious birds who decorate the landscape before me.
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Thank you for your Autumn poetry. I especially like the Crows Lament and wonder if you would like to join my Bedecked in Autumn Gallery of Artistic Expressions. You can see what other slicers’ offered in Edition 2 of the Gallery at https://beyondliteracylink.blogspot.com/2021/11/a-slice-of-bedecked-in-autumn-gallery.html.Let me know. I plan on adding one more section since some poems are still coming in.
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Your bird poems bring out the animal’s true beauty and their role in nature. I remember a coworker who was afraid of bird, and it was hard for me to comprehend her fear. I wish she could read your poems and slay her terror of these tiny dinosaurs.
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