Faye Sizemore

SEPTEMBER ELEVEN… END OF A SEASON

Sunshine finds it way through the trees
to pattern the needle padded ground…
turning it into a dance of darkness and light
Birds are holding court in the pine trees above
Something in the breeze speaking to them of autumn
and the coming of the cold and the time of leaving
… going to their summer world… leaving winter behind

The bittersweet vine twines all around
The sumac is bursting scarlet plumes
The maples are becoming tinged with scarlet
and the oaks are cast in shades of bronze
Gentian violet is rearing its purple head
and in the fields next to them goldenrods lean
Nature’s colors unfurled… heralding its sleep

All around in this world life does abound
Acres here just filled with beauty and peace
Suddenly… so suddenly… a swooping… a screech…
… Feathers floating down… a sudden death…
Good-bye… good-bye… forever…
Who knew the hawk was ready to strike…
Who indeed… The hawk… the hawk knew…