SUMMER DISAPPEARS TO SLUMBER

The days are getting shorter still,
the summer fades away,
we’ll say goodbye from on the hill
on some late summer’s day.

I hold you near and we can hear
Fall waiting in the wings,
the colors warm will soon appear,
with all that autumn brings.

Moments of love’s long embrace
sustain me through the night,
and glowing starlight on your face
makes everything feel right.

Prepare to dream of Summer sun,
a restful sleep ensues,
with memories of Summer fun;
the ones we’ll never lose.

The kiss we shared upon that shore,
the picnics in the park,
the magic of this life and more
will greet us after dark.

And there my dear, I’ll hold you,
and whisper love’s entreaty,
as summer sets, when day is through
to rest in autumn’s beauty.

So, go to sleep and have your rest,
I’ll wake you come the Spring,
just lay your head upon my chest
to see what this night brings.

(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2018

A LEAF ALONE

High above the ground I perch
a once green leafy thing hanging by a string,
Now, I’m orange, brown and old
and waiting for the other leaf to drop.
A rapid fall in fall is all I have left.

Why am I hanging in the lurch?
Why wasn’t I created as some other thing?
The winds grow strong and bitter cold,
I pray to God that it will stop!
And yet soon, this branch will be bereft

of me! From here my senses search
but the steel blue clouds are threatening.
They say winter approaches, but I’m not sold,
until suddenly I hear a “pop”!
I begin my descent and slowly I drift!

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

Poetic Asides Poetic Form – Rimas Dissolutas

 

WALK WITH AUTUMNAL GENTILITY

Walk gently on this earthly path,
the call of nature draws.
All things Autumnal presented
in tint and hue. Emblazoned
Equinox offering her heart;
her softening countenance.
Swiftly she moves, enhancing
every chance at her diminishing view.
Partner in life’s enchanted dance.
Weary traveler, walk gently.
Be wrapped in the warmth of her
season for no other reason
than to be your inspiration
for the duration of her passionate
embrace. Before her face turns cold,
take hold of her beauty. It is fleeting.
Sweet Autumn burns with an ember’s glow.
Before she goes, she will have your heart.
Do not hesitate to go with her. Walk gently.

HELP ME, I THINK I’M FALLING

There
is a
free
man in
Paris
who’s
life
was
free
fallin’.
He
kept
calling
Radio
Free
Europe
in the
hope
that he
could
free the
people.
He stood
high in the
Notre Dame stee-
ple. he shouted, “FREE-
DOM!”  “SWEET FREEDOM!”
no one paid any   heed,“Je
Suis” they          would all
intone. “This             is   a free
country and              we are born
free! We wish                   to be free and
thus we are free!” The man thought “How can
this be?  Wishing doesn’t make one free!”‘Why,
it’s like wishing to fly!”Climbing the ledge, he
looked down on Paris and declared,“I want to be
free!”“I shall be fr-                    ee!” “Set me free!”
He spread his                                  arms and leapt.
To his surpr-                                             ise, he soared,
gracefully falling                                                in the Provincial
Sky. A free ride,                                                        free as a bird,
Free to be…you and me,                                                     and a freebird in Paris.

(C) Walter J Wojtanik, 2015

***POETIC ASIDES WITH ROBERT LEE BREWER – PROMPT 295: “FREE”

SEASONS CHANGE

The air is chilled.
Clouds in a hue of blue
that feels frigid, making
exposed digits ache and stiffen.
Autumn enters through
Summer’s closing door
and it’s true that fall could be hours old,
but the cold will have you believing
that looks are deceiving. Summer is departing;
can a disheartening Winter be far behind?
I find that this respite is a diversion,
an excursion through the year of seasons.
No reason can suffice to quell
crimson leaves and ice .

 

Copyright © Walter J. Wojtanik -2014

QUICKLY IN SEPTEMBER P.A.D. – DAY 22: FALL