My Gracious!
The snap is in the Autumn air,
The crunch is underfoot,
The frozen rainbow sheds its flakes,
Too careless where they’re put!
The path is lost to multitudes,
Migrating as a group,
Eager-seeking shelter where,
They spy it, and they swoop!
They fill the corners of the yards,
They climb from gutters rushing,
To be the first ones digging in,
As others do the crushing.
All of a sodden, still they lie,
Their colors turned to camo,
Along with acorn shells nearby,.
Last Spring’s expended ammo.
Then earthworms do their slow unweave,
Unraveling shape and form,
Into the bowels of the undead world,
The nutrients are sequestered, warm,
‘Til nascent Spring sends forth her call,
“Arise ye teeming minions!
Ye’ve been asleep since dreary Fall,
Arise! To Spring’s dominions!”
Shyly climbing, green with shame,
The scattered portions cannot stop,
So once again they play the game,
Leapfrogging to the top!
NicknamedBob . . . . October 5, 2005