In each the courage for on-coming Fall... <br />Not lightly do deer leave hoofprints behind <br />In searching for, claiming, thick stands of trees <br />Promising shelter. Sunshine days turn leaves, <br /> <br />Once green, to gold-flecked yellow, reddened flame. <br />Bold travesty. Colorful, barren cold, <br />Misted, creeping by degrees. Shorter days <br />Giving way to longer, chillier stays <br /> <br />Of nights, laced with owls eyeing small shadows, <br />Huddled, not invisible to hunger. <br />With an elegant, slicing swoop, the life <br />Becomes life, twining seasonal cycles <br /> <br />In rythmn, as each, apart, dance through Time. <br />A doe uncurls, still cold, into sunshine.<br /><br />elysabeth faslund<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nature-s-fall-to-winter-sonnet/
