Nothing puts us at ease like a trek among trees...
the woods I was in today wasn't quite as colorful as the one from the other day
so I'm tucking in some of those shots for a pop of colour!
nothing puts us at ease like leaf-canopies...
nothing puts us at ease like stature of trees...
....where the hill and the field culled of earth's goodly yield
evokes a most conflicting tide...
Nothing puts us at ease like a trek among trees
In autumn apparel bedecked
Nothing satisfies hearts like the ache earth imparts
As farewell spills in thrills unchecked
Where the hill and the field culled of seed’s goodly yield
Evokes a most conflicting tide
As bitter and sweet with equal force compete
In autumn’s arid countryside
Nothing puts us at ease like the fine harmonies
Of wind-song from wood-calliope
Where over our heads the lofty lintel sheds
Fall’s Magnum Opus, note by note
A kaleidoscope swirling hunger and hope
Into a heartache-humbled hymn
As the hierarchy of time’s supremacy
Beams bold on the red and gold limb
Nothing puts us at ease like simple luxuries
We take out of doors to full-taste
Where the nip in the air grips and makes us aware
Of preciousness we dare not waste
Nothing woos and consoles like the anthem that tolls
From fall’s late-day gold-dappled eaves
Where change cannot faze or estrange nature’s ways
Emphasized in soft-falling leaves
Nothing puts us at ease like the stature of trees
Though they make us feel oh, so small
Nothing puts us at ease like cool sass in the breeze
Rousing a rush of pure fall
Nothing puts us at ease like autumn canopies
In orange-scarlet-yellow tat
Nothing puts us at ease like a trek among trees
On a crunchy and colorful mat
© Janet Martin
