mmm, very nicely done. I could smell the world of trick-er-treating as a kid as I read this without all the hassle!

hey who you callin' stately and aged???

(((sadie)))

Seasons pass like nights into days. Mother nature showing us her wonderious ways. Great write.

very colorful, much enjoyed.....ageless wonders "leaves" nice tribute

Different, Still

And different, still, these old friends,
stately, solid, aged,
hold their presence
through seasonal complacent desires,
standing through unexpected surprises,
exuding awe,
as tongues of flames engulfing
what once was
green and prolific,
line the streets with their
burnished reds,
golds in their final magnificence
flickering, blowing,
dry to dead,
ready to give up the ghost and fly
into the wind
that carries
the coo of the morning doves
to those places you cannot hear,
lest you ride on her magic carpet swirl.
Hope to replenish energies,
rise in the distance
as day begins to end
with soft, chalky, hues,
streaking, pulling through this wonder,
tufts and fluff,
reflecting mystery,
a treasure's plunder.
And not the same,
as different,
blink once more,
an open door to thoughts of sultry nights
where darkness is welcomed.
Along the horizon,
baring their lace,
spotting the the rise and fall
where the sky outlines soil,
embers of autumn,
not yet visible
await morning light
to display her garish kiss
of season.

Raine Les 10/20/2009

nicely written ms. S