Member Poem

Season under cover yet so brazen,
delightful tho our hued environ  maybe,
days so abbreviated, a torrid chill to face,
one can shiver while one  gazes at solemn trees,
about to shed a signature visual,
variegated orange, red,  yellow, ochre,
to name such vivid inkling on display,
I speak of leafy fluttered douse o'er  splendid walkway,
lush  speckled pasture, meadow, patch, mead,
they  bear the bitter fall  breath and sweep,
stark challenge to poet laureate, to muster deft refrain,
golden-crowned sparrow, cedar waxwings, blue robin,
cold weather tuneful swirl from grey cloud sky,
theirs is a more foreboding chirp,
reflection on severe elemental path,
to maestro at the easel with pregnant palette,
the forest bares its twigs without a flinch,
somber gust without mercy to pendant fruit,
wild berries brushed aside,
as thoughtless act by season’s frown,
trampled underfoot by Fall ramblers,
slip prone passers-by oversight otherwise occupied,
glacial moon shimmer might connote absent recall,
of sunshine rays infinite bountiful extent,
now often yearned for but not, as frequent  in appearance,
a frost bite dimming-down of bright ray  summer phase