Gold Wind

The highland wind

Shakes aspen leaves

And pine scent flows

Autumn air cleaves

Forest spirits

I hear them leave

Snow comes, they know

Winter, death's eve

Blazing in gold

Quiver, restive

Impatient root

When comes the reave

Not soon enough

Cold ease of sleep

©️Sylphide poem/image 2021

Lake Life

mirror of the lake

serenity blurs focus

golden blue autumn

herons have journeyed

turtles and frogs begin dreams

beneath the frostline

the fishes stay deep

leaving water calm, glass smooth

schooling for ceilings

©️Sylphide poem/image 2021

Creek

sculptor unceasing

mists the air in its effort

even as ice, molds

©️Sylphide poem/image  2021

Change To Autumn

Change To Autumn

Against the bluebird sky

Golds and reds

Delight the eye

Clean winds quake

The aspens' leafy eyes

  

How lovely are those hues

When shortened

Are the day's blues

Longer nights

Tell the trees what to do

The people come to see

Flames of leaves

On each changed tree

Marvelous

Vivid, gorgeous queens

©️Sylphide  poem/image 2021