Wisconsin Autumn
When the moon is full of
bluster
And the wind its bidding
does,
Then the birling leaves will
muster
For the dance that ever was.
Then you know the Iceman's
coming
With a breath that chills the
soul.
With the sun our faces
shunning,
Bank your fires with Spring
the goal.
Robert A. Hall, a Marine
Vietnam Veteran, served 5 terms in the Massachusetts State Senate. He was an
Association Executive from 1982 to 2013, retiring due to pulmonary fibrosis for
a lung transplant 12/23/13. His 11 books, including two of poetry, Old
Jarhead Poems and Share the Cup are here: http://tinyurl.com/n79esoh.
Royalties go to charity. He does the Old Jarhead blog.
Robert,
ReplyDeleteWell-rhymed and composed. I enjoyed the read. Welcome to Whispers!
Your new friend,
David Fox
Welcome to Whispers from another Wisconsinite. We are in for some cold weather. I especially like" bank your fires with Spring the goal."
ReplyDeleteThanks Robert.
great images evoked in this poem! lovely read!
ReplyDeleteSuch a wonderful write. poetry at it's very best so artistic great visuals. class.Well done best wishes. Pete.
ReplyDeleteReally nice poem, Robert. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!
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Thank you Robert, I enjoyed the poem.....
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