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Relentless howling storm



It started with relentless wind

Which built to howl and moan

As bushes thrashed in cold protest

Old buildings seemed to groan

Like crazed banshees, the wind then screamed

And twisted tree limbs ’round

Until they tore from sockets

And were thrown upon the ground


But dawn saw winds losing strength

And finally they would cease

Replaced by steady fall of snow

To blanket last night’s freeze

The change brought awesome quiet

And a scene painted white

Like huge drop-cloths thrown upon

Destruction of the night


And last night’s fallen tree limbs

Poked antlers through the mounds

That built around their broken bones

And muffled all the sounds

From giant tree to lowly bush

Each limb now bent its back

So laden by their new white coats

One feared their spines might crack


And here and there desperate leaves

That had refused to drop

Poked noses from white blankets

And wished the snow would stop

But I saw beauty everywhere

Though transient it may be

For soon the sun would join the game

And a melt-down’s what I’d see


But they’ll return with timeless games

(The sun, the snow, the breeze)

And mock us with their fickleness

In nature’s game of tease



12/18/92        Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck

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Fall imprints on our memory

This lazy time of year

For she touches all our senses

As she  paints the landscape here


A teasing breeze spanks the leaves

So they’ll release their hold

Their flaming autumn colors

Foretelling winter’s cold


That wafting fragrance that I smell

Comes from my apple trees

Where carmine jewels are holding tight

Before a winter’s freeze


Sampling one’s sweet succulence

I bite into the skin

The savory flesh delights my mouth

And juice runs down my chin


Tepeed corn stands in fields

With pumpkins at their feet

And gourds with autumn’s color schemes

Edge rows of late fall wheat


There’s milkweed silk and cattail down

That feel so smooth and soft

There’s pungent smell of new-mown hay

Piled high in my barn loft


And waving weary wingtips

Geese are flying north

Squirrels are burying hickory nuts

While darting back and forth


Autumn parades her opulence

For everyone to see

Touching the senses we possess

And mesmerizing me


5/28/96 – Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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