Piano playing wind strikes
a mournful chord
Of autumn’s clutter
Leaves helicopter
through the air
left strewn about
in careless disarray
End of summer….

Echoes of
Tunes calming as
Violins with wings play
Beneath the roses in their last
Blooming flurry
And the violets’ subtle
Uplifting aroma
With notes of gentleness
As they spread themselves across again
Where sizzling summer days
Had burned and left
But lonely shriveled twigs….

[This message has been edited by CSKpoet (08-29-2002 03:45 PM).]

Poetry is:
Passion, imagination and intellect running together.

Aloha with warmest regards, Cheryl Stewart Koomoa