WOOD WINDS ~ POETRY FOR MODERN LIFE
By
Ms. Therese Haberman
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Copyright © 2011 by Ms. Therese Haberman
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CONTENTS
Wood Winds
by Therese Haberman
Summer heat melts down
Syrupy lisp stutters forth
A slow drawl of daisies
Drip simmering showers
In sudden thrash of splintered skies
Feast on tiger lily orange
Peeking from grassy groves
Granite gray glimpses
A splice of sparkling mica
Shiny in lightning’s flash
Roses drip a maroon mirage
Making moist mud menageries
Mossy pillows sponge under toe
As bluebirds bellow ~
Trilling songs of winged olden ways
Autumn Reflections
Spiced apple scents wander warm rooms
Mingling with burning apple bough timbers
Smoky sweetness crackles and hisses in the stone fireplace
Like hushed voices in the corner of a massive empty hall
Late afternoon slanted sun rays alive with elfish sprites
Created from shadows of drifting leaves
Swirl and scrape along the walk in cheek-reddening gusts
Dance of invisible angels beckons from patterns of blowing debris
Waning things float with earth bound cherubs one final round
Wisps of life now a lagging memory lost in stray afterthoughts
Outside the open window, riots of colors spray paint the hillside
Quilted canopy rolls proudly into the sterling distance
Set against crystal blue sky, pillows of clouds toss themselves
In slow motion across the frost-fresh horizon
Tiny juncos beat their wings fruitlessly against the rising breeze
Settle for poking last remnants of grass under their ancient oak treehouse
Armies of pumpkins form a small mountain
Next to the weathered white picket-fenced farmhouse
For Sale sign rocks and sways with windy billows
I sit drinking the pleasure of fall’s striking majesty