Where Nature's Color-Wheel Runs Wild...

Happy Last Day of October!

It looks like another beauty!

On quiet lanes, on rustling grass

Lie leaf-shaped panes, like golden glass...

While overhead the dwindling crown...

Of Autumn glory flutters down...

On quiet lanes, on rustling grass

Lie leaf-shaped panes, like golden glass

While overhead the dwindling crown

Of Autumn glory flutters down

To tease the tick-tock seasoned stare

With poetry no pen can snare

But still, The Bard will brave the yen

To frame a picture with a pen

The countryside runs rife with proof

No pow’r on earth can hold aloof

As nature’s color-wheel anoints

Each masterpiece that God appoints

Winter to spring to summer, then

Autumn’s leaf-luster-lit ‘amen’

As red and yellow, bold and soft

Swirl where farewell’s fleet waltzes waft

Hymns, harvest-humbled, brim and brood

With happiness of gratitude

Opulent fields grow still and bare

Gardens are culled of final fare

As earth and its fulness is gleaned

As leaf by leaf the air is weaned

Of sun and shadow dappled sighs

And dusk’s whispering lullabies

The afterglow of symphonies

Like russet snow on gusty breeze

Leaves ink-artists at loss for word

To curb an ocean undeterred

Where nature’s color-wheel runs wild

And wakes the wonder of a child

We would forget, but cannot quite

As we peer through autumn leaf-light

Janet Martin

Opulent fields grow still and bare...

Gardens are culled of final fare...

Where nature’s color-wheel runs wild

And wakes the wonder of a child

We would forget, but cannot quite

As we peer through autumn leaf-light