The Imminence of Autumn-past

The cold wind broods in morose moans

Its iron-girded stance

No longer frolics o’er the stones

In willow-song romance

But tugs and tears fragmented leaf

From stiff, saturnine limb

As heaven sheds its torrent-grief

From dark, nocturnal scrim

The imminence of autumn-past

Seethes in the evergreen

Its petulance an icy mast

Of purple-frosted sheen

The skyline seals its sullen dome

A scowl upon its face

And suddenly the hearth of home

Beckons with warm embrace

Somewhere the languid sigh of spring

Cajoles the budded strand

And lovers, carefree and laughing

Meander, hand in hand

Somewhere in distant, dew-drenched fields

The sanguine sunbeams drip

While here the barren landscape yields  

To Old Man Winter’s grip

© Janet Martin

 We are bracing ourselves for Hurricane Sandy! I didn't know what to do with all the leaves we raked up the other day...I guess now I'll wait and see what Sandy does with them:)

I pray for those without 'home' to go to during miserable weather. Please be warm, dry and safe.