October 9

Better Prepare

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Red and golden leaves clatter to the ground

There’s a crisp clear freshness in the air

Acorns and black walnuts drop all around

Winter is coming! We have to prepare!

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Gray squirrels sprint without a minute to spare

Tan sycamore fluff falls without sound

Migrating birds have stripped fruiting plants bare

How quickly the seasons change does astound

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Winter food buried in earthen mounds

Tree nuts planted in every open square

Wildlife shows us sustenance abounds

Winter is coming! We have to prepare!

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(A Quandrel Poem)

October 6

Stone Seeds

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The acorns soundly lie

Beneath oak trees sky high

Too large to yield to whims of squirrels

Will never multiply

While others sprout nearby

From stone seeds only silence unfurls.

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(A Short Particular Measure Poem)