Autumn-dreamer's Dirge

 Compared to last Monday's mad dash to get the yard, driveway, garage and rain-gutters

 cleared of leaves that fell at inevitable last

 ...this Monday feels like a soft, white sigh...(but oh, what an ocean-surge a sigh can hold:)

Gone, the green-some chatter

Of the leafy tress

Tapestry of tatters, love

Tucked beneath whiteness

Gone the gloomy bearing

Of the tree-line doffed

Naked branches wearing, love's

Whispers white and soft

Gone, dusk’s musky, mellow

Lisping lullaby

Farewell turns to hello, love

Falling from the sky

Gone, the flowered garden

Filled with colors bright

Winter’s wizened Artisan

Chooses white on white

Gone, the yawning pleasure

Of a sun-drenched chair

Vault of ice-white treasure, love

Sparkles everywhere

Gone, the tide of tatters

Strewing yards and streets

Summer’s sigh and chatter, love

Sleeps beneath white sheets

© Janet Martin