Falls of yesteryears

On a lovely warm
Monday morn
In late fall
I sit within
My enclosed patio
Enjoying a bowl
Of delicious sweet
Creamy mush
Of grits

Quietly watching a lone
Stork
Gliding down onto
The beautiful wetlands
That's part
Of my back yard vista.

I now but dream
Of the late falls
Of yesteryears
Where a crispy chill morn
Brings frost to the lawns
Roofs, cars and all
That surrounds me.

Walking my retriever
Was a pleasure
In the early morn
Silence.

Where the crunch
Of my boot penetrated
The frozen bronze Leafs
Of fall
Cracking the calmness
In the air.

Preparing
The ground
For that oncoming
Winter snow.


By: William Bonilla
D’Artagnan
12/14/2013