Autumn’s first chill
Arouses the dragon of the lake
As the breaking day reveals
The swirling vapors of his steamy breath
Rising playfully from surface ripples
Drifting into the nearby hills
Bathing leaves in tiny dewdrops
Sparkling like yellow diamonds
Atop the marmalade morning canopy
Dragon’s fire has scarcely begun
To consume the tapestries of green
Replacing them with brilliant crimsons
Blazing oranges yellows and subtle umbers
Natural transformation subdued while
The sleepy dragon stirs the waters
Just so
Guiding his wispy magical mist gently skyward
Beyond the shoreline
Clearing his canvas
For the day’s work ahead
Copyright 2011 Patrick Granfors
Ron
Breathtaking!
Anna