Autumn’s Valor
Stain glass leaves of amber, gold, and umber
Adorning the land before Winter’s barren slumber
Like the trees of Valinor they twinkle and glow
They're life depends on the will of the snow
The fallen become a quilted carpet stretching across the land
Intricately sewn by Mother Natures tender hand
Jewels of flame scatter upon the howling wind
To warn those of the imminent end
Autumn’s glory will rest in silent peace
But shall return again, as sure as the sun‘s rise in the distant east.
Flowers of the field
Blooms and buds dripping with dew
Colors of pink, yellow, and blue
Swaying softly in the morning’s breeze
Life shudders within the still green leaves
A butterfly lands softly upon a silken petal
Floating, until finding a place to settle
Drinking in the nectar and ambrosia
A fine course of tea a-la Rosa
As it flits away with the suns retreating rays
The flowers remain, the field is where they stay.
Wild Horses
Hooves of Hermes thunder across the golden- bronze sand
The sheer power of their gait echoes across the land
Pearlescent manes rippling like the waves of the sea
On they gallop, so wild, so free
Muscles tense under a shell- colored coat
Refracting the ocean’s spray in a kaleidoscope
Their eyes look on in a mystic gaze
As they ride off into the sunset’s watercolored haze.