NOVEMBER WHISPERS

  
 Right now the dune grasses sing
 The notes come off as sun-flash
 Dancing in tune with the wind
 Nodding and glowing in noon time light
 Day just starting will soon be over
 Late fall answer to summer solstice
 No claims on me this day
 I have songs to sing
 Music waits for me
                                 to
 Put on my Fred Astaire's
  
 My melody comes from the horn
                                 of
 Grover Washington Jr., who, if nothing else,
 Echoes the beat of the breeze
 We keep everything in harmony here
 Nature is our ally, our soul-mate
 We look for signs and they are given
  
 Tamaracks tell us change comes in degrees:
 Still green are some; others ground brown
                                 and
 In between, the sun’s gift to us is
 The radiation of white, yellow, orange and gold
 No artist can match the choreography
 Canvases weep because they cannot hold
                                 this majesty
 The grasses still wave as though loving the dance
 When the sun settles in the west
 They will become a Technicolor production
 The wind whispers, too:
 Seasonal change at hand
 Prepare
 Give thanks
  
 By Stanski
 November 15, 2019