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Autumn – Poem of the Month – October 2018
Autumn
Acorns crunching under feet
Squirrels making a hasty retreat
Leaves of different colors fallen
This is now the season of Autumn
Humidity has finally left the air
The sun lies lower with less of a glare
A crispness now freshens the landscape
Summer has finally found her escape
Flower petals dying out on stems
Fall winds will perform the cleanse
Miles of fields recently mowed
Lined with hay rolls of colored gold
Illuminating the glorious landscape
Nature beginning to take shape
Sheaves of wheat standing propped
Not a sign of any left uncropped
A panoply of pumpkins hauled to a patch
Happy children hoping to catch
the biggest they can find
For a Jack-o-Lantern to be designed
Halloween approaching in a matter of weeks
Costume considerations and rosy cheeks
Trick or treats
Lots of sweets
Bottles of cider from apple orchards
Do clocks go back or forwards?
Thanksgiving turkey and sweet potato pie
Family visits and stomachs to satisfy
Obsequious children asking for cookies
Negotiating the odds like a bunch of bookies
Football games on television
When do we eat? Such indecision
Remembering what we are thankful for
Never forgetting those who went before
Dedications and gratitude
Private moments of solitude
A season of harvest and plenty to share
Someone is hungry in the world out there
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
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Redemption – Poem of the Month – July 2018
Redemption
The morning star
Still visible in the early sky
A whisper of a breeze stirs the bushes
Releasing a butterfly
Big, lazy drops of rain
Fall dampening my hair
A dog barks in the distance
Under someone’s back stair
A cardinal sits high on a branch
Capturing the essence in his morning song
Squirrels squeak their messages
As if to play along
A plethora of flowers drink the rain
Puddles waiting to evaporate
Sunshine hiding inside clouds
Ready for the drops to dissipate
Raising my arms to the sky
I unfold the origami of my limbs
Stretching, hands open to the universe
And send up my sins
Another new day is here
Another chance for redemption
My thoughts become clear
As I witness the sun’s ascension
Gratitude warms my body
I know I have been blessed
The sun reflects the raindrops
And a rainbow manifests
Christine Bolton