Noll on the Coming of Fall

Photo & Poem by Kareen
The warm sun slanting,
Dew drops glimmering,
A soft-warm breeze tickling
The catnip leaves.
Sweet-September morn!
The last of the yellow daisies bend
-Like the rays of the golden sun-
A little lower to the land.
A cheep, a chirping,
The scurrying
Of a fat-black cricket
Into the cool-damp.
I feel a waning:
A need to say goodbye
To the tiny-white alyssum,
The tender-green grass,
The effervescent hummingbird.
Farewell to chasing
Brittle-gray moths
Fluttering in the sky.
Time cannot be commanded.
The rays that drench the earth,
pour out as milk in a bowl -
I sit lapping, lapping!
As much as I can.


Cheyenne -Millie said...

You have a way with the words! Very nice!

Angel and Kirby said...

Your words pant a beautidul picture os fall. i

Cheysuli and gemini said...

That is lovely as is your photo

pughy said...

Lovely words.. You are very poetic.. Hugs GJ xx

Eric and Flynn said...

Those are lovely words. Don't worry, the crickets and moths may go, but think of all the leaves you will get to chase.

The Whiskeratti said...

Lovely !

Noir in Texas said...

Noll did you write that poem? It and the photo are absolutely lovely..and so are YOU!


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