"Seasonal"

Seasonal

"The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes
from the summer cottons into its winter wools."  Henry Beston

Leaves have yet to fall,
yet to flush golden, crimson, fire.
Horses yet to shed summer coats,
stand nose to tail beneath heavily laden trees.

Rose-purple blazing stars, rioting asters
drape field and valley.
Bees absorb Autumn's sun
as storm clouds gather.

Cattle tagged and fattened;
idyllic days slumbering - numbered,
as are canopies of olive, lime, and jade.

A flip of the calendar page or season's first frost.
Security and fate change as quickly as that.

by Margaret Bednar, September, 29, 2014

This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Open Link Monday"

and Magpie Tales #239 where the image prompt is below.  I pondered the "security" offered beneath grand old trees and the change from summer to fall …

Autumn in Madeira by Jacek Yerka used with Magpie Tales #239

"Shades"

Shades

Silver Lake whispers seduction
beneath summer's cloudless sky,

shades of green, yellow, blue
dapple warmth behind closed eyes.

Seagulls cry, pelicans glide,
blond haired boy strums shades

of cool 'cross my skin.
Rope hammock swings to and fro

   shades of light
        shades of blue
              shades of cool

and I'll be damned
if I ever move a muscle again.

by Margaret Bednar, September 28, 2014



My son playing his ukelele and performing a song he wrote while we vacationed on Ocracoke Island this past summer.

This is for "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Play it Again, Toads"  I chose to attempt Isadora Gruye's "Out of Standard - Invoking the Goog" - use the Google search box, type in a word, and use in the order listed - but they can be broken up with other words.  My word:  shades