FanStory.com - Collection of a Lifetime by gansach

Soft summer mornings are the best

when I awake from night of rest;

the heat has not had time to set,

there's hardly any stirring yet.

The birds all chirp and carry on,

the dew's just fading from the lawn.

The world is mostly still asleep

when I get dressed and softly creep

out to the yard and lie in grass

to watch the wispy clouds float past.

I munch an orange cut in thirds

and share my bread with all the birds.

I see the bumblebees fly by

and watch the sun rise in the sky.

I listen to the nature sounds;

I watch the ants march underground.

The katydids all hum and shrill;

the chipmunks chirp their airy trill.

I share this early morning time

and know this summer day is mine.

Author Notes Seasons/Nature

Chapter 2
Heat Wave

By gansach

Sunflecked in shadows,

hidden in shade;

sit in the breezes and

sip lemonade.

Sparrows are flying,

breezes, they blow;

sit 'neath the shade trees and

look at the show.

People are sweating

mowing the lawn.

The cool of the day is

right before dawn.

Dogs' tongues are lolling,

kids in the pool;

if you sit in sunshine,

you are a fool.

Sunflecked in shadows,

hidden in shade;

sit in the breezes and

sip lemonade.

Author Notes Seasons/Nature

Chapter 3
Silver Leaves

By gansach

Silver leaves shimmer,

silver leaves shine;

poplar and aspen

glitter and shake.

Silver leaves whisper

secrets divine;

silently laughing,

they quiver quake.

Author Notes Seasons/Nature

Chapter 4
By Any Other Name

By gansach

Daffodils and Roses,

nice flowers in their way,

but how I like the flow'rs

that have such lovely names.

Pheasant's Eye and Larkspur,

Veronica, White Swan;

Snowflake, Love in a Mist,

Lupine, Sweet Alyssum;

Bells of Ireland, Vinca,

Lobelia, Baby's Breath.

Plant them in my garden

to smell and sound the best.

Author Notes Seasons/Nature

Chapter 5
Bloom

By gansach

My heart, like a bud,

is prest tightly clos'd;

with loving touch, 'twill

open as a rose.

Author Notes Seasons/Nature

Chapter 6
Gardener's Lullaby

By gansach

Come, my sweet garden,

'tis time now to sleep;

a chill in the air

has started to creep.

The frost is coming,

my blossoms must hide;

until the Springtime,

you must now abide

deep down in your beds

with sun in your dreams.

I know it is hard,

how far it must seem

until warm weather

will kiss you awake

and, into its arms,

my flowers will take.

But, until that time,

you must hide your heads.

Hush now, I'm putting

my garden to bed.

Author Notes Seasons/Nature

Chapter 7
Signs

By gansach

Red encrusted pine cones

highlighted by the sun;

pine cones hang in lusty groups

as the day is done.

Dangling from the pine branch

as fiery sun goes down;

the clumps and clumps of pine cones

suspend pressed and brown.

Green leaves turning colors,

bright flashing in the frost;

the leaves dance in chilling winds

and will soon be lost.

Flying from the branches,

and lofted high in flight;

drifting down and whispering,

blown now out of sight.

Author Notes Seasons/Nature

Chapter 8
Enter Autumn

By gansach

Ripened pumpkins on the vine,

nip of frost in the air,

leaves scarlet and gold divine

flitting past with a flair.

Cornstalks softly whispering,

witchy moon in black sky,

swirls and gusts of blust'ry wind

bring the clouds flying by.

Apple cider, tart yet sweet,

wood smoke wafts on the breeze;

flowers used to summer heat

hide now from the first freeze.

Trick or treat and Thanksgiving,

geese that honk in the sky;

enter autumn on the wing~

kiss summer days good-bye.

Author Notes Seasons/Nature

Chapter 9
Cannonball

By gansach

crunchy leaves below~

the colorful pile explodes

scatter'd from my dive

Author Notes For some reason, I suddenly cannot get the scroll bars in Font and Size to appear so I can select different ones, so I apologize for the small print and plain type. I can't figure out what happened.

Chapter 10
September

By gansach

September is best;

comfy, beautiful weather,

new season colors.

Author Notes artwork by perchance.org

Chapter 11
Pumpkin Patch

By gansach

in the pumpkin patch

picking through the great and small

so happy it’s fall

Author Notes artwork by perchance.org

Chapter 12
The Scarecrow

By gansach

Out in the cornfield,

standing all alone,

a torn and tattered scarecrow,

sad without a home.

Through the summer heat

and the chill of fall,

all day long and through the night,

scarecrow’s seen it all.

In the wind and rain,

in the autumn frost,

trying to keep crows away

or the crop is lost.

What a lonely job,

dressed in his old rags;

stuffed all full of itchy straw

in a suit that sags.

Wish I could invite

Mister Scarecrow home,

make him warm, comfortable

so he’s not alone.

Author Notes Seasons/Nature

image by perchance.org

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