Autumn

 

Autumn-stirrings

Autumn is on the calendar and in the air

Stirs my spirit-Peace! Quite a very Cool-pair

 

Just below the surface and often blatant and adventure-yearning

“Thank God!” Each dawn for another chance at opportunity-discerning

 

In the loft ’neath dark night stars to wrestle alfalfa hay for the stock

Wild Canadian call or silent streaking comet chimes my internal clock

 

Cattle! Sheep! Goats! Horses! Stir awake sauntering to the feed manger

In their familiar language each manages a sincere “Thank you! Stranger!”

 

“Hi! Friends!” I reply. To Mirage, “Hi! Raj” My Arabian dapple-grey

Early chores might be demanding; to a country-boy, a game of play

 

Check the water trough, break then ice: move onto the chicken house

Soft chicken “clucks” and duck “quacks” with a squeak from the resident mouse

 

Grey-dawn hints a chilling call vanquishing-night to welcome-day

Sun orb orange peeks a horizon-cold to ascend a cerulean sky way

 

Mother Nature! Regal! Her Royal wardrobe displayed in red, yellow, gold

Chill-wind plays leaf-tag with summer’s lost green-shade now color-bold

 

A tingle-chill upon my nose promise-soon a winter white-fluff snow

Love in me heart! White, me soul! Sacred Peace satiated-spirit! I-know

 

“Thank Thee! Lord! For time in space to appreciate Winter! Spring! Summer! Fall!

Praise! Honor! Glory! Be!  I have been & am & will be! Await my call”

 

Amen!