Morning is pale now, late to the starting
Softly in brisk air a year is departing,
Trees burn with colors, leaves fall and flutter
Hiding the lawn fringe by roadside and gutter.
Sharp scornful squawkers, cranes vee over farms,
Cornstork-gashed fields, with tall silos and barns,
Far edged with the flourish of deep red and gold
Which will carpet the banks as days become cold.
Smoke from the bonfires by garden sheds swirling
Drifts up through the clear air where clouds are curling.
Driven by north winds hastening along
The season has turned; winter coming on.
Crisp apples await for a Thanksgiving pie,
Dig out the sweater, a book and the “chai”.
speak softly soothe skeptical soldiers.
solicit sages solemn solace sombre soliloqy.
silence sinister speakers speaking
spiritless slogans spiting spightful signs
sift spontaneous sincerity signaling sooth
switch stuborn stupidities superflious supplications
supply superior supplications seeking Soverigns succor
search subtle subversion spreading such syphilis
silently subvert singularly subtle saboters
stimulate stern stewartship, stifle stinginess
spurn squawkers spurious spouting
stymie stylish subdivisions
sing songs signifying single sole solidarity
stupendously swing swift swords
stand strong stoic stern stealth
show splindors spiritual side
send special supremacys silver sight
such suitable sufficent spontanious souls
sow signals sought selflessly since salvation
savor Saviors salutory silence
seek sanctuary since sacrifice
so sacred so sadistic
saith saints suffering sagas
save sordid self searching sealed soul
sence sensation salvation shores
shun satans six six six
smell smoldering sinners smitten
solitify salvation seeing single source
They've come again, my feathered friends
to bob and weave amid the seed.
Kamikaze bombers they
who swoop down feet first to land,
munch some seed, swoop again
and fly away.
Silly squabbling squawkers peck and toss
sunflower seeds to those who wait
outside the fray.
Wonder how they feel today ...
do they know what delight they bring
to old eyes that need to dance?
Do they have a sense of their own majesty
or is that left for humans to know
and watch how quickly it does go
away on a spring current.