Rodney Warndahl's Poetry

  • Autumn's Sky

    Autumn’s sky spans as a hazy grey ocean,

    Forewarning bold metamorphoses in motion.

     

    On season cessation, resplendence has palled;

    Somber pallets supplanted lost colours of fall.

     

    Bare boughs sprawl upwards with skeletal fingers;

    Sun imparts warmth although must struggle to linger.

     

    Leaves, long spiritless, are withered – brittle brown –

    Quivering and flittering across frosted ground.

     

    Eventide arrives, casts stars shimmery free,

    To refract astral shadows whilst glide tacitly.

     

    Moon looms aloft like a watchful grandfather;

    It observes windswept trees at turns twist then falter.

     

    Fresh snowdrifts next morning hint winter is nigh,

    Born embracing creation below autumn’s sky.