Elkhorn, Manitoba – October 9, 2019
It’s still Fall think I, but
there must be a lie in what I view.
Just yesterday the sky was blue,
winds gentle, temperate,
trees golden, brown, scarlet.
Today, driven by solid force
pellets, not gentle flakes,
assault my cheeks and nose
plaster one side of birch tree trunks
perch on drooped leaves yellow and red
stucco white patterns on grass that’s green
changing the world so recently seen.
Corralled horses calmly munch fodder provided
paying no heed to what nature’s decided.
Peter Larisey
Posted at 10:31h, 05 NovemberHello Frank,
I thoroughly enjoyed your poem, “It’s still fall think I, but” with it’s chiming of hidden and partial rhymes and delicate architecture. Congratulations.
Peter Larisey.
Eduardo Soto Parra
Posted at 11:12h, 05 NovemberOnly in Manitoba…those sudden changes of weather that often remind us our own spirits…
Caroline Maloney
Posted at 17:39h, 05 NovemberThank you! Your poem is so lovely, Fr. Frank and so right on, about the sudden change….and in southern Alberta too! Yesterday was like summer, but woke up this morning with at least five centimetres of snow. More on the way!
As I shoveled, a wee lonely bird flew around me, as if to be a little surprised to, but also wondering why I hadn’t put any food out yet! So I did!
Must read your poem again! Beautiful! Thank you!
Roy Frank Obrigewitsch
Posted at 23:56h, 05 NovemberThank you.
That poor wee bird; I’m glad it found you and nourishment.
Karen Arthurs
Posted at 19:23h, 05 NovemberA beautiful living description of our diverse Canadian weather and glorious nature.
Marlene Miller
Posted at 21:06h, 05 NovemberThis is a poem that is most beautiful when read aloud.