I have not written a poem for some time, but as I wrote this appeared. The catalyst was the wonderful imagery from the pictures and quotes at the link. Nature has a way of showing us the way. It takes a Sabbath in our climate called winter.
October fades,
The artist’s palette splashes colours about.
Autumn gives way to the winter.
It slips into rest;
Life’s weariness lifted,
Spirits uplifted.
A white blanket appears;
Covering all that sleeps in its wake.
Nature comes full circle,
It rests in its Sabbath.
ivonprefontaine
Teacher as Transformer 