The Fruits of Nature
Wind chimes in the autumn by stripping bare the trees.
A vine of clouds now choke the moon. Stars fill the sky like bees.
Summer is clearly over and arctic winds are coming.
Small squirrels mine the oak tree with their insistent drumming.
Our backyard orchard gives its last small shelter to the birds
although its leafy plumage is diminished now by thirds.
Where months before small families chirped their hunger to the skies,
empty nests have been laid bare to marauding eyes.
No danger now, unless the murderous blue jay stores away
the memory of their placements for a future day.
The trees stand strong and sturdy, their roots below entwined,
watching one more old year steadily unwind.
What new pleasure in this scene will we newly find
once all the fruits of nature are pared down to the rind?
The word prompts today are: chime, over, arctic, oak tree, orchard and this sketch by Kira. Here are the links:
Welcome to Kira’s weekly inspirational art piece.
https://normalhappenings.com/2018/11/05/the-old-oak-tree-daily-inkling/the old oak tree