The goldfinch faery casts her shimmering dust
Alights upon her long-eared morning pal
Who canters forth, enlivened by such trust
Then hides amidst the grey-green chaparral

The lizard likewise relishes this day
My fleet companion on the sandy trail
But changing course, he interrupts his play
And vanishes, just like the cottontail

My own gait more deliberate, it seems
While savoring the scent of coastal sage
Along with autumn’s muted color schemes
I ponder seasons’ ever-turning page

And shifting choices made by man and beast:
Retreat in fear or celebrate the feast?

 

by Dorothea Barth ©2012

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