Light-catchers flutter, soaking Sun and it's rays.
Drinking Light, clean and bright, offered during the days

Food-makers give, rushing green through the veins.
Cup-bearing Ground drinking Drops from the Rains.

Shade-givers tell that their time is no more.
Season is the reason that calls them to the floor.

Air-cleaners sigh... breathing in, making new.
Roots are the boots bringing moisture from Dew.

Hue-changers many. Colors soft. Colors bold.
Telling all of the Fall. Speaking Frost. Singing Cold.

Breeze-dancers fly with the Air in their dress.
With a swirl and a twirl, it's a gentle caress.

Wind-ticklers soar, taking flight over Mist.
Taking heart, become part of the Ground that they've kissed.

Gust-papers rustle as the Authors let go.
All the tones from the bones riding Wind, ebb and flow.

Earth-blankets warm. Settled down for long sleep.
Lying low under snow. Quilted company they keep.

Land-lances tall. Brushing Air. Barren Tree.
Amused with the news of the Buds that will be.

In just a little while...

This was just an exercise. Pick a subject and write a poem about it without actually using the word (except in the title). Very fun! The photo is of my daughters at the Cataldo Mission in during the Fall in 1991.