[Soaring Feather]

Pome

Oh I ache for heaven's sake
I rattle and shake
my knees moan and groan
even grind when I move
thank goodness for fancy
walking sticks, I use them all.



Must be fall creeping in
warning us of things to come
blowing winds and drifting snows
bone chilling cold, and the mole
months going on forever.


January's clear bitter days
skies of crystal blue
and icy sidewalks
and Jack Frost painting
on the window panes
feathery light lace
while the warmth of
the furnaces pipes pop
and snap with wondrous heat.

And in November the smells
of pumpkin pies and cinnamon
and nutmeg in the air
and memories of the kids
gathering round to hear
the deer hunting stories
of uncles and dear old dad
yes, that's the life I had.


bentfeather

[snippy_about_it]

Backyard bird watching. I good thing to do when you're bones ache. :-)

[La Enchiladita]

Very nice, 'feather.