haiku for the day: autumn poem

Autumn is here. Has been since September and winter is creeping up on us. Soon December will come and we’ll be into winter. There is a certain sadness from the trees this time of year as they ready for the coming season. Even here in Florida, the trees shed their leaves. Nature prepares for the up-and-coming. The birds fly south. The squirrels gather up as many nuts as they can, storing them for the coming days of less. And it’s time we pull out our winter clothes. 

leaf loose and falling
drifting toward earth below
till no more a leaf

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Uncle Bardie’s Weekly Music Pick: When Fall Comes to New England

It’s Thursday again. You know what that means. Uncle Bardie’s Weekly Music Pick. Uncle Bardiie gives a double thumbs up to this week’s selection: “When Fall Comes to New England” by Cheryl Wheeler:

Here’s another singer, Cheryl Wheeler, I discovered quite by accident. Though I grew up in the South and call Florida home, this song makes me want to be a New Englander. It’s a song that celebrates a time and a place, and celebrates it so beautifully. And it celebrates a season that gets short shrift. Autumn is usually on everybody’s second season list. But I think it is my favorite season. Enjoy.

Not Just Another Tuesday: A Perfect Life of Sevens

Another pickin’ and grinnin’ lyric.

Seven bridges under a blue sky
Seven days till tomorrow
Seven angels to watch over us
Seven roses ’bout to grow

Seven wishes hidden in a well
Seven faeries left last May
Seven dancers and their seven songs
Seven guitarristas play.

Every day, every night
As we rise for flight
Our dreams lift us on our way

Above the blues and greens
And the colors in between
We fly along our way

Bridge: Seven times seven make forty-nine
Who can challenge that?
Forty-nine by seven, another seven
Who can challenge that?

Seven stones ripple ‘cross the water
Seven stars kiss the moon
Seven stories needing to be told
Some come later, some come soon

Seven winters and their snowy fields
Seven summers almost heaven
Seven autumns and seven springs
Just a perfect life of sevens.

Every day, every night
As we rise for flight
Our dreams lift us on our way

Above the blues and greens
And the colors in between
We fly along our way.