While I continue to tweak the next instalment of Confessions of a Coaching Intern, here’s another missive by one Shakespeare the “Equine” whose own blog I have yet to update.
As he would say: “The day hath only so many hours.”
As well, change is in the wind.
Fall on us falls with glowing gasps of gold
O’er wooded hills in splotches splished and splashed,
And red and amber textures big and bold
Are vari-coloured leaves all smished and smashed.
My feathered friends profess a fond farewell
As to the south their beaks they point with glee,
And flap in happy vees through cloudy cells,
It seems, at last, they have abandoned me.
And so turn I my thoughts to season’s plight
Of colder rains and winds that blast and blow.
And wish for August’s warmth with all my might —
Though forecast doth, alas, predict, first, snow.
No choice now but to weather Winter’s pain
Bow I my head and whimper in my grain.
Nurture what you love …
©Dorothy Chiotti, Aimwell CreativeWorks 2013