Fearing my approach
gulls sidle away from me
before taking flight.
by Scooj
Fearing my approach
gulls sidle away from me
before taking flight.
by Scooj
A left hand sun dog
hanging in the freezing sky
Winter’s on the way.
by Scooj
Roaring winds recede
and stillness descends. Fallen
apples, food for worms.
by Scooj
My Summer jacket
has yielded and been replaced
by my Winter coat.
by Scooj
Mildest of weeks; this
prolonged seasonal stasis
is bewildering.
by Scooj
My brothers and my
sisters; plants and animals.
We are biozens.
by Scooj
Learning and sharing;
a tireless thirst for knowledge
fires me up somewhat.
by Scooj
A final flourish
as green leaves turn brown, then drop
and cruel winter comes.
by Scooj
Autumn’s nakedness
unveils a seasonal boon
for Christmas kisses.
by Scooj
A golden tide sweeps
in and children kick about
having fun; then rest.
by Scooj