Gone Away Again

The humming birds have gone~

Away again~

There is a chill in the air~

The delicate bird could not bear.

I have put on a second layer~

To keep the nip at bay~

My flip flops I suppose look odd~

As this is an unusually cool day.

As I sit in the space on the porch~

I often frequent during my days~

I see nature change~

As the fall moves in~

While the summer fades farther away.

The resident squirrel has been aloof~

Not showing much of himself for~

The last few months~

However now he~

Ravages the propeller seeds~

From the Japanese maple tree.

I am on more caution now~

As I brave the newly cold air outside~

For thoughts of the bears~

To visit more often~

Scavenging food~

Preparing for their winter sleep~

In the caves some where?

I notice now the sun starts in the morning~

Shinning in a different spot. ~

Starting its dawn~

Playing in the dew drenched leaves~

With bold rays splashing through the varied trees!

Another season as life goes on~

Comes at us fast~

When I had hoped for slow~

We age each passing spell~

I know oh to well.

Aging is no different for my Siamese kitty~

Who now I notice rarely ventures past the porch steps~

As it is obvious at fourteen she has now become deaf. ~

Yet I wonder and chuckle a bit~

How the yard’s remaining chipmunk~

Knows? ~

Seeming to make the cat a fool~

As Mister Chipmunk made his home~

Right under the porch stoop~

Easily living under poor pussy’s nose~

While the cat sleeps on the settee~

The chipmunk freely comes and goes.

Now my coffee cup again empty~

I glance around once more~

Before I go back inside the kitchen door~

Again I see the Humming bird feeder~

Hanging there with plenty of clear red food~

Indicating over again the absence of~

The delicate bird~

Who I not too long ago saw~

Playing, eating and going up and down~

Mating in the summer’s sun with out error or flaw.

Again I pine for the summer heat~

Realizing only that the autumn now has it beat~

Knowing soon more things will change~

Even I soon will have to put something on~

My bare feet which will freeze~

Rather just not looking strange.

The humming birds have gone~

Away again~

There is a chill in the air~

The delicate bird could not bear.

By

Lisa J. Warner

AKA

Lisa Luv

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