Circle of Life

Circle of Life
October is in the air, the fall leaves change the face of earth. A cool breeze blows the leaves around and piles them near my door. Then, in silence, comes the misty fog. Earth prepares to sleep, and all around turns quiet, hushed to summers noise. Squirrels rush to stock for winter, they dash their tails and chatter. Geese fly south. Formation changes as they row the wind. Sun breaks thru and glistens on their wings. Their calls pierce the silence. Seed fall from the trees, the cones give up their fruit. Pods contain the future growth that comes with rain in spring. The circle of life, complete, yet is unending...
James Edward Webber, Sept. 14, 2011

Dogwood Pond

Dogwood Pond

By James Edward Webber

Day dawns, and light streaks over the Dogwood Pond
Light dapples on a pillow of fallen leaves, Brown,
Tinged yellow and rich, red orange.
Whip O Wills calls winter out of its hiding.
Frost comes to cool the earth and start her rest
Her blanket pulled up close about her neck.
A blue northerner blows about and hovers over the land
Dogwood Pond sleeps with only a thin sheet of ice.
Now Comes Spring, seeds leave their winter tombs
And wrap themselves in shades of yellow green
Jonquils nourish at the water’s edge
Joined by the purple lilies and early rush
While Mourning doves strut and coo
With branch and leaf to build a nest
Earth revived, renewed by rest, she stretches forth.
Redbuds break and lead the way with dogwoods close behind.
A portrait like no artist paints, of wondrous sights and sounds.
From a pallet only God can mix, a mix where Beauty abounds.