Caw War!

 There’s a crow in this picture,
 Yet he seeks to deceive.
 Motionless, he stands
 Pretending to be a branch, or twig.
 When I turn away, he caws,
 A crow’s laugh at my ineptitude.
 He may have won this round,
 But when the sky lightens,
 I shall have my revenge.
 Oh, yes, my friends,
 For as the blue reveals him,
 I’ll caw back so loud that he falls from his perch.
 I shall have the final laugh.
 I have it all planned from my hospital ward window.


 An evening walk,

 Perhaps, a stroll,

 Where berries of ruby and jet suddenly line the hedgerows.
 An early morning,

 Perhaps, a run,

 Where the dewdrops glisten like diamonds in the emerald grass.
 An afternoon meander,

 Perhaps, with a loved one,

 Where copper tones bring out the brunette hues of her hair.
 A day, yes a single day,

 Perhaps, soon,

 Where you realise right there and then that Fall has arrived.

Shades of Departure

 In shades of departure you hang resplendent
 Some carrying the memory of Summer
 Others the promise of Fall
 I wonder if you whisper to each other
 Of seasons past and future
 Or if you merely sigh as you prepare to tumble
 Like rustling, antiquated snowflakes
 To the feet of he who bears you