Lovely poem, The Foxes.
I come bearing a children’s poem I wrote:
The Foxes
When the autumn comes,
and the leaves fall red and gold,
see the foxes play,
dressing up before the cold
“I’m pretty!” they say
with maple leaves in their hair.
When the winter comes
and the snow lies on the ground,
foxes go to den
their tails wrapped tightly around
their cold noses then,
no room at home to play in.
But when the spring comes
The foxes will run to play
wearing wild flowers
gathered on a sunny day
dancing for hours,
happy for the new season.
(it’s loosely based on a Japanese children’s song, based in turn on a German folk song. Funny how those things can work....LOL)
One more poem:
Rose Petal
Sweet softness - I touch
a blown petal fresh fallen
rub its velvet skin
over my less soft fingers,
sniff the fragrance left behind.
The color almost
the color of his lips,
the touch cold, not warm,
although the softness as sweet.
Sighing, I drop it and wait.