The long warm Summer’s day now begins to cool and fade nighttime creeps into the day’s light Winter’s reign of darkness now in sight.
Trees are the first as if prearranged recognizing Mother Nature’s subtle change denying life giving essence to branches and limbs storing all its nourishment deep down within soon they will enjoy a long winter’s sleep a lasting silence but for an occasional crack or creek.
“The Feathery First Mate”
(QUATRAIN) In first person
by Hugh A Tague
Gliding high on a warm ocean breeze.
Over white sands beaches and bright blue seas.
Or perched way up high in a coconut tree.
That’s just a few places that I like to be.
From my crown to my tail and on both my wings
Color abounds, red, blue, yellow, and green.
when pirates came to visit me in my tree,
The captain of the ship took a fancy to me.