Saturday, October 9, 2010


The river runs cold
on these autumnal morns,
majestic Maples
leaves stripped and torn;
bear witness to November,
the sleety scorn
winters icy dribble,
the carcass of the fuschia,
laid bare and forlorn.

Scarlet and gold
reign in the wood.
the world in hushed silence,
watch nature unfold;
as surely it should,
and while the forest folk forage,
Mother Natures’ brood,
the dens are prepared,
laden with pine cones and ferns,
all manner of food.

And into dreams
once again shall they dwell,
till the cruel winters winds,
have left hillside and dell,
and return them once more,
forever to dwell,
the cycle of life,
having drunk deep from the well.

Unto every season,
the poets say;
Unto every reason,
Unto every way.
Unto every new field,
Unto every new foray,
Unto every life,
Unto every day,
the only constant is, in fact, change.

My submission for Magpie Tales resting here


Brian Miller said...

what a satisfying read...and what bette change that that from summer to autmn in such brilliant colors...nice mag!

Angie Muresan said...

Very nice! Love the imagery of it. And enjoying the cozy fire in my fireplace even more.

Reflections said...

Love this. Imagery is wonderful here. Nice write.

willow said...

Very nice. And it sounds so lovely read aloud!

kathew said...

have you been in my garden? Lovely words and beautiful images.

Rogue said...

Thanks for stopping by Brian. I agree, the colours are amazing right now!

Rogue said...

Oh, what a lovely spot to be while reading Angie. Hot tea as well? Or maybe a naughty lil Merlot? :-)

Rogue said...

Thank you so very much Reflections. I appreciate it.

Rogue said...

Thanks Willow. By all means, read it aloud; and to as many people as you can as well! hehehehehehehe. Thanks for stopping by.

Rogue said...

Ummm,, nope Kathew. I haven't been in your garden. Thats my story, and I am sticking to it! :-) Thanks for the lovely comment!

Rene/ Not The Rockefellers said...

Rogue, this was fabulous and it does beg to be read out loud

Rogue said...

Thank you Rene. I appreciate it.

Foxies Lair said...

This is lovely, Rogue,,,so at peace with nature. If only men could go at the same pace ,believing all has the be as it is, that the little things that barely scratch the surface of mother earth don't really matter. And all will return,,,changing and yet,,,constant !

Rogue said...

Thank you Foxie,,I truly appreciate it. :-)

Kristen Haskell said...

Beautiful and I did read it out loud! Great Magpie Rogue and thanks for your kind comments. I will try a few spirits this winter and see if it helps. hehehe

Tumblewords: said...

Oh, so true but I still yearn for a perfect minute to last for a while - Very nice piece!

Rogue said...

Thanks for dropping by Kristin. Cheers! :-)

Rogue said...

Thank you for the lovely comments Tumblewords. And yes, we all wish for the perfect moments to last.

Anonymous said...

Invite you to try the prompts at Writer's Island...

Jinksy said...

Without change, life becomes death - think about it! :)