When you see this message,
By Michelle Chan.
http://www.poetryinnature.com/nature/poetry.asp?poem=5909
I’ll be underneath the tree shade.
Humming to myself, about the billowy clouds, floating above.
I’ll be looking to the sky, thinking about what’s beyond the clouds.
Smiling to myself, at the mystery it holds.
I’ll be closing my eyes, and feeling the breeze.
Cool and crisp and clean, picking up my hair.
I’ll be underneath the tree shade,
Sipping ice cold, sweet, and fresh lemonade, leaning against our strong tree.
Come find me underneath the tree shade, bring me
Flowers, pale and dewy. Bring me fresh flowers, pink and yellow.
Bring me your company, when you come find me underneath
The tree shade. I can’t wait until you come home from work and
I’ll be so happy to see you smiling back at me.
When you see this message,
I’ll be underneath the tree shade.
Mist Upon the Placid Morn
By Mark R Slaughter
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mist-upon-the-placid-morn/
Bleed out your beauty, Autumn
Give up a gentle wrist, and smear
Your bloody hues atop the green.
Cast a calming throw of heady peace
Upon the cooling land.
And as you grant the sun a final fling of warmth,
Charge the silent air
(Now lolling on a foliar deathbed)
With earthen whiff to intimate the fungal push.
Soon you'll send a shiver down the watery spine of
Quivering ponds, punctual brooks, and
Listless lakes, to warn them of the freeze to come.
Behold! your mellow spirit
Hanging as a mist upon the placid morn
A sight that draws a sneaking tear or two forlorn
Observers are we all of colder climes to view!
Autumn Lady, must you be the summer waning?
Our adieu to fairer-weather life?
Ah well, at least you hum a warming tone, ensuring
Natures rhythm still abounds.
But now you must prepare the mind for chilly times
You know the drill
Guiding us along a sloping path
To ease our psyche in to sleet and snow
The blue-ice bite of winter.
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