Autumn

 

Alas! Change has come at last!

As jet-full winds sound their trumpet blast,

To call summer home--to make it past!

Its mark was known when leaves all 'round, 

Stamped the tented yellow ground,

And nature's birds made no sound.

A Picture of the Moment

What is a picture of the moment?

An impression of artful sight,

A shade and tint combat;

A compering of dark from light,

To take and draw the eye gone by

With mere brush strokes of flight.

First Glimpse of Snow

 
Look  little-ones at the sky,

Alto-cumulus reigns on high!

One snowflake on the ground,

Two more neat and sound.

They wisp here and there,

As dainty gifts from the air,

And you can catch their shapes

On windows and scarlet capes.

Some of them miss and pass,

Others clump in a mass.

So look little-ones and see 

God's handiwork all set free!

The Obtruding Yap!

Shackled with contempt an' scorn

Was this pitiful boy,

He the unwanted born,

He the thorn t' annoy. 

He blanched all with chat,

An' laughingly spite;

He was an agitating gnat

That made one feel his bite!

He had no couth t' heal his yap,

For all was constant rant,

An' his diddle, daddle oozing trap

Would not stop t' pant!

Each cord plunked on his voice

Gave an awful thudding twinge,

It drew one no able choice

But t' clasp each ear an' cringe!