Member Poem

When Summer's long flowering tide recedes,
there's waves of cooler winds- a welcoming
that turns me inward as a woodland leads
to dreams where ocher and scarlet boughs sing
of Autumn's splendor.  I am listening
to leaves as I walk, crunching 'neath my feet.
Then wind uplifts all, billows glistening
and I can see ahead, a sea that's deep
before the hidden, calming rest of Winter's sleep...