A Drifting Breeze

Leaves fall spiraling dance
Drift alone but in a breeze of chance
Countless colors of yellow and gold
Even the darkest browns becoming bold
The garden rustling with the wonder of where spring fled
Aster and mum sharing their purple and red

Naked and alone in a world grown cold

Where has the buttercup, the iris, and violet gone
Beneath a blanket of earth to sleep as the nights grow long

A Summer Day

There is beauty in the dance of the butterfly

An image in contrast to the blue of the sky

Her yellow wings beating out rythm to nature’s song

A peaceful presence helping to move time along

And magically blending the colors to green below

With a pleasant smile I say to her a quick hello

Her time more important than you or I

It does not matter when she makes to me no reply