Autumns New Fire

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Autumns New Fire

 

Autumn, …whirls in like a strange angel

Its touching is sacred and cold.

All gloriously bathed in  frostweed down, purple ironweed and goldenrod;

Burning hues that glow in the dusty hollow where the wingless live and have been silent.

A seasoned, ash winter will relinquish and venerate to a winged spirit of the freshly awakened birth-

 

Tommie Flannery Baskis- Writings by Duskflyer Vision-2016

 

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The Lightning Walnut Tree

 

The Lightning Walnut Tree

September 23,

I stand small, in the summer of my innocence, beneath the ancient struck walnut tree.

The shimmery haze of thick Summer sun hypnotizes me, as I dream of a silver winged storm that struck a jagged rip down through the black walnut tree above me.

Moving on the lazy porch swing by the river, I remember the pungent green scent of the walnut flesh as it stained my fingers prying very eager to enter its inside.

My Grandmother told me what fine Christmas persimmon cookies we would bake with this harvest.

Dusk came with a soft tinkling of the calliope on the supine river; and smiles as we sipped with reverence, her special lemon iced tea.

Squeaky rust chain swing broke into the somber silence as the blues and lavender bathed our eyes from the sky.

In my cool, down feathered bed, so far up the steps in the old home… I see that tree.

It just stands old and knowing; letting some distant storm stir its children leaves.

I know it will always be with me.