August Morn

August Morn

August morn so dark as night,

Birds and crickets chirping still,

And, midsummer’s morning bright,

Gone as Fall asserts her will.

Perfect weather dons the day,

Longer sleeves and jackets worn,

Stronger winds make tree tops sway,

Autumn colors not yet borne.

Fore the children see the bus,

Lights within the houses burn,

Hearing parents start the fuss,

Ready household their concern.

Oh, the change of seasons’ view,

Grasses greening far and near,

Mums and asters strut anew,

How I love this time of year!

Peter Lowell Paulson

August 26, 2019

Wonderful Wondrous Wonder

 

Wonderful Wondrous Wonder

Wonderful, wondrous, wonder,

I wonder where you wandered from,

Wonderful, wondrous, wonder,

With whimsy and wishes you come.

Wonderful, wondrous, wonder,

So willful and wanton you will,

Wonderful, wondrous, wonder,

Wend wakened to me and be still.   

Peter Lowell Paulson

August 13, 2019

Waves in the Mirrored Lake

Waves in the Mirrored Lake

The glassy lake

All mirrored in brilliant light,

It’s calm surface an illusion,

As sun sets behind the hills,

Shadows descend,

As waves, once hidden,

Emerge,

Like magic,

Slow and swollen,

Crest and col,

Rolling silently,

Relentlessly,

And, laughing,

As I smile,

Broadly,

At the wonder revealed,

Before my eyes!

Peter Lowell Paulson