Autumn Eulogy - Louanne Robinson

Autumn Eulogy

By Louanne Robinson
: Crimson gold and yellow, they drift down
Like so many flame colored feathers
Tiny skeletons of life that once were
They rattle dryly in the wind; Soon there will be one last straggler
Clinging tenaciously to a stark outline
Holding fast it's umbilical cord to the earth
'Til winter claims it's victim; Against the cold silver-gray sky
The trees reach up like outstretched bony hands
Craving and asking life…
Then fall asleep under white down blankets; Sighing in the wind
Their plea:
"Father, give us Spring"
And dream until their prayer is answered; Copyright 1987