Nature's Cue
Rustling leaves beneath the feet
Of squirrels that scamper to the beat
Of urgent winter storage plans,
Blow about by wind's commands.
Withered now the flower's head,
Naked trees with leaves now shed,
Indian Summer skies of blue,
Geese that follow nature's cue --
These all signal summer's end;
Winter's just around the bend.
Nature sleeps in white array
To burst awake on distant day.
By Elaine Beachy
November 11, 2011
Copyright © 2011 Elaine Beachy
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