Days have shifted
into the dark.
Leaves are falling
and crunching
as I walk
over the
leave ladened paths.
******
The wind whispers
to my soul
a song
that lulls me
to become
at peace with
nature's change.
******
Warmth is gone
gloves
mittens
head scarfs
and hats resurrected
and stacked
near the door.
******
Jackets are hung
in the closet
just waiting
for their turn
to show
the world
how winter
is done
in Michigan.
******
Pool toys
replaced with
shovels
sleds
and sidewalk salt.
It is done,
summer that is.
About the Creator
Sheila L. Chingwa
Welcome to my world.
Welcome to my thoughts.
I am proud to be a Native American Elder born and raised in Northern Michigan. Thanks to my hard work I have a B.A. in Education and a Masters in Administration and Supervision in Education.
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Comments (2)
This was such a wonderful poem! So beautifully written! I loved it!
Awesome!!! Love your nature poem!!!