Post by AquarianM on Oct 8, 2012 21:51:56 GMT -5
Autumn Has A Song...
You hear it every day if you listen,
Wind is the melody,
Accompanied by soft percussion and dance,
Rustling in the trees,
Whirling in circles in parking lots,
Skittle-bug dancing across the street to a neighbor's house,
Floating in the breeze everywhere,
Falling softly, softly, softly all about us,
I could watch and listen for hours,
Often have in that cigar-chair of mine,
I see the birds swoop around them,
I see children playing in their pile-ups,
I see them chasing cars down the street,
Whirling, whooping, sweeping, floating,
Little fire-colored skittle bugs put on a show for us,
Just stop and look and listen,
The child in you will still love the show,
The greatest on Earth,
A place they must all return to just like us,
But for now, this year,
They dance and sing for all,
Who know to see and hear.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 10/08/2012 poetry & photography
You hear it every day if you listen,
Wind is the melody,
Accompanied by soft percussion and dance,
Rustling in the trees,
Whirling in circles in parking lots,
Skittle-bug dancing across the street to a neighbor's house,
Floating in the breeze everywhere,
Falling softly, softly, softly all about us,
I could watch and listen for hours,
Often have in that cigar-chair of mine,
I see the birds swoop around them,
I see children playing in their pile-ups,
I see them chasing cars down the street,
Whirling, whooping, sweeping, floating,
Little fire-colored skittle bugs put on a show for us,
Just stop and look and listen,
The child in you will still love the show,
The greatest on Earth,
A place they must all return to just like us,
But for now, this year,
They dance and sing for all,
Who know to see and hear.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 10/08/2012 poetry & photography