Wednesday, April 25, 2007


A Last Stand


Just the tops of trees are swaying,
painting the sky autumn blue.
They add in clouds
as if painting by numbers,
lay a streak of grey on the green ground -
a heron hunting dinner morsels,
his long slim neck a third leg,
helping keep his body balanced above.

It is the turn of trees
to flare in anger,
to change from their summer calming greens
to take on the orange, red and yellow,
a fiery last stand while their leaves
chatter of the season passed.

1 comment:

Sailor said...

Karen, I do hope you're collecting these and arranging them in a very nice format for a book... I'll be the first to buy!

'Mazing the improvement when you write diligintly, isn't it?

Hugs,
Dave