Fall is Arriving – James G. Piatt
Late in the
afternoon, the
fading
Sun’s rays shine
through
Crevices in an old
cabin, moving
Through the
rooms where
ancient
Spirits tell the
silent tales of the
Past, which are
now only
Memories in
someone’s mind.
Outside, the
shadows of
Redwoods cover
the haunted
Trails of long
deceased deer,
and
Pebbles piled into
stone idols,
Formed by
someone’s hands,
Carry the stories
of the seasons
In their moss
covered coats.
Far above the old
cabin, clouds
Scud noiselessly in
the
Atmosphere
falling like
whispers
And, an elderly
lady kneels in her
Garden pondering
on what
Flowers she will
be planting next
Spring.
The season is
changing, and the
Flowers that once
wafted sweet
Aromas into the
air have all but
Faded away, the
brook that sang
Melodies into the
lady’s ears is
Now but a tiny
blue ribbon. The
Elderly woman,
birds, and other
Animals sense
that a door to the
Fall season is
quietly opening.
James, a retired professor, is a pushcart and best of web nominee. He has published 3 collections of poetry, “The Silent Pond” (2012), “Ancient Rhythms,” (2014), and “LIGHT,” (2016), 4 novels, 35 short stories, and over 1,030 poems. His fourth collection of poetry will be released in 2018.