Exterior Design
Nature is indulging in a frenzy
of inspired decor renewal,
studiously re-arranging her
furnishings, re-adjusting her
colour palette, urging her creatures
to a varied cycle of habit to
reflect the altered scheme.
Useless to plead devotion
to the swiftly vanishing hues
of lively greens, piquant fragrances
of fruits and flowers for they
have been temporarily mislaid,
banished from the new look.
Suddenly, bees and bugs,
ants and caterpillars are on notice;
take shelter. At night the hushed
and haunting cries of songbirds
calling softly as they negotiate
starlit skies to safer welcoming
climes echo departures.
The woods are quieter now,
the small, furry creatures
furtively gathering and
securing shelter from nature's
renewed longing for change.
Living green has been transformed
to livid orange, gold, crimson
as tides of wind snap tree masts
to shed a shower of acrid
fragrance, a nuanced confetti of
foliage gathering on the forest floor.
All too soon the arras has
become other than what it has been.
A brazen yellow chenille coverlet
prepares the landscape for its
dazzling white downy comforter;
the decor reflecting assigned cycle.
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Labels:
Poetry
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