Thursday, January 14, 2010

Campgrounds:Late Summer

The sun’s rays are still hot.
Oak and maple trees keep
the cabin cool in shade.
Night-time breeze
accompanies Owl in a
nocturnal chorus.

Brown and green leaves quietly
fall to the forest floor.
The end of summer,
beginning of autumn.

It is that time again,
when the cabin
will be camouflaged
by flamboyant colors.

As the quiet green pigment
of summer, yields to the
loud gay palette
of autumn.


Copyright 2009/Tony Puma
‘Voices in my head, verses to be read’.

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