Oct 302010
 

The woodland creatures gather,

a lakesiders migration,

the first killing frost sends them on. 

 

A nocturnal passage no more, 

the lakeshore is returned.

A thank you left,

a greeting to a changing season,

a Halloween treat  at their front door.

 

Happy Halloween

 Posted by at 8:06 am
Oct 042010
 

There is a moment,

all around me silent.

Sun, brilliant,

 

then hidden,

 breeze deadened to calm.

 First frost,

a silenced cacophony,

and I linger.

 

The moment held close,

a reminder,

why I walk the Northwood.

© Robert Frink, 2010

 Posted by at 7:19 am