Summer roars
its final word,
the likes of which
eye never heard,
majestic booming
portraiture,
October’s 1812
Overture.
More thanks to photographer S.W. Berg.
Tag Archives: autumn colors
September 29.19
How thoughtful Nature
to warm our eyes
before the year’s
glacéed demise.
What awesome palette,
it must be told,
that blends tomato
with marigold.
As home décor,
though bright and merry,
by that same Nature,
alas,
temporary.
September 20.19
Winter comes
in scarlet blushes
leaf by leaf
not in rushes.
Every day
each tardy dawn
takes more time
to stretch and yawn.
By slow degrees
the summer sizzle
wanes to frost
and chilly drizzle.
And so does Nature
try to warn
with color like
a honking horn.
More thanks to photographer S. W. Berg.
Disconnections: November 30.18
The header up above
is fragment of this tree.
Photographer, you might surmise,
is puny awestruck me.
I stood in back-bowed wonder
beneath a world bedecked;
I think I have a clue
why I am so stiff-necked.
With thanks to S.W. Berg, the photographer of the photographer.
Disconnections: November 3.18
My front yard may be small
but in gold it’s very big
ruddy, blushing yellows
on every branch and twig.
I raised my trusty camera
to capture golden riot
but was dissuaded from my focus
by the egotist too nigh it.
I had to zoom behind
to my neighbor’s tree instead
because nothing photobombs
like the high and mighty red.
Disconnections: November 1.18
Conundrum suffered yearly:
where to feast my eyes.
Kindling hues come surely
yet always they surprise.
Connections: November 28.17
When you’ve decked your deck with autumn hues
of scarlet, gold and light chartreuse
you don’t expect what can appear
when summer leaves a souvenir.
Nobody planted it but itself
no phantom gnome or garden elf
it had to see, after hearing the tout,
what Thanksgiving and Christmas were all about.
Thanks again to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives
and D.J. Berg’s green (and yellow and red) thumb.
Connections: September 15.17
I am so old
that I can remember
a time we decorated
only in December.
What were we thinking?
Why didn’t we see
the whole twelve months
celebratorially?
Thanks again to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives
and to the D.J. Berg sense of celebration.
Connections: September 12.17
Oneupmanship rages
in late garden staples:
the geranium will not be outdone
by the maples.
Oddments 