AUTUMN STORM
“A little rain each day will fill the rivers to overflowing.”
- Liberian Proverb
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=iUH7PM0-cpI
RAIN RAIN BEAUTIFUL RAIN – LADYSMITH BLACK MAMBAZO
The beauty of an Autumn storm
the pallor of the sky
the tall lean silver barks of trees
leaves let out a mournful sigh
tumble down in wintry winds
on the ground they curl and die
but for now a symphony
plays golden notes amid the hue and cry
absorbed in beauty the fading light
graces the pallid canopy
in subtle nuances the landscape fades
and silently rests in dormancy
the sweet transition from season to season
is witnessed by passers-by
and only I stand here and wonder
where do the birds in Winter fly
they travel South that much I know
but do some stay behind and why
are they never seen except scant few
the Robin Redbreast and the solemn Magpie
the dried out river bed meanders
soon it will fill when the heavens comply
and fish will soon swim again while the Salamander
nods knowingly from his damp cool quarters nearby
I rest awhile; take in the air before I am on my way
to see the lions; I hear their roars; I know they are close by.
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Happy Thanksgiving, dear friends 💙
AUTUMN STORM
“A little rain each day will fill the rivers to overflowing.”
- Liberian Proverb
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=iUH7PM0-cpI
RAIN RAIN BEAUTIFUL RAIN – LADYSMITH BLACK MAMBAZO
The beauty of an Autumn storm
the pallor of the sky
the tall lean silver barks of trees
leaves let out a mournful sigh
tumble down in wintry winds
on the ground they curl and die
but for now a symphony
plays golden notes amid the hue and cry
absorbed in beauty the fading light
graces the pallid canopy
in subtle nuances the landscape fades
and silently rests in dormancy
the sweet transition from season to season
is witnessed by passers-by
and only I stand here and wonder
where do the birds in Winter fly
they travel South that much I know
but do some stay behind and why
are they never seen except scant few
the Robin Redbreast and the solemn Magpie
the dried out river bed meanders
soon it will fill when the heavens comply
and fish will soon swim again while the Salamander
nods knowingly from his damp cool quarters nearby
I rest awhile; take in the air before I am on my way
to see the lions; I hear their roars; I know they are close by.
- AP - Copyright © remains with and is the intellectual property of the author
Copyright © protected image please do not reproduce without permission
Thanks for visiting. I am very grateful for the very kind comments and faves.
Happy Thanksgiving, dear friends 💙