The flowers have all gone
Most of the leaves as well
But change is for the best
A new story nature will tell

The crunch underfoot
Still can make me smile
Along quiet forest trails
For mile after mile

Soon snowy blankets
Will cover the land
From hilltop to valley
Walking hand in hand

Stoic Poetry


Twilight Serenade

The ghost of summer fades
Lost butterfly on failing wings
Fly your last in the cold chill air
Fading as if you were never there

A path that is so erratic
Yet you try to find your way
So much like everyone else
Looking for the way ourselves

Stoic Poetry


The morning chill settles
Upon fingers and toes
Autumn dawn, a frosted rose

Crisp days are upon us now
Scents of the coming snow
Hints that winter is in tow

Tingling skin on this dawn
Bundled tight against the cold
Biting deeper as we grow old

Stoic Poetry


In the deep woods
Whispered voices speak
Of past summers
And joyous days
In sun dappled warmth

Chilled days stealing leaves
As Winter calls to fall
Grip the earth, still warm
With roots of ages past
Few will visit these barrens

So we will sleep in silence
Wrapped in snowy days
The quiet of winter comes
Now rest on hidden trails
Awaiting spring and the coming sun

Stoic Poetry

Autumn Dawn

Clouds of lace full of grace
Drift in the Autumns sky
Chilling air drifting there
Watching as they pass by

Seasons pass as nothing lasts
As is the way of things
No questions here left to ask
Observing the birds that sing

Sitting here in the early chill
Peaceful quiet and thought
Creeping smiles upon this face
In joy this morning has brought

Stoic Poetry

Days Of Summer

Summer days are passing by
Autumns creep; the blink of an eye
Cooler days bring the rains
Never the one to complain

Crisp walks among the leaves
Forest paths as the earth heaves
Sitting writing on the forest floor
No one could ever ask for more

Stoic Poetry


Autumn for a leaf
falling to the earth
it does not complain
or struggle to remain

Life by design, as it was
never regretting it’s loss
falling in a blaze of glory
returning in the spring

For another story

Stoic Poetry