Sun rising, very slowly
Through the mountain notch
Where mist hangs over
Yellow birches watch
‘Till long autumn nights
Chill the air
Their leaves will fall

Looking up, flocks of geese
Sounded through the valley
Shattering the peace
An urgency for beating
All their wings
Fly in V-formation
Then be gone

Falling apples, make a bruise
Soft rotting smells
Attract the bees
For miles around
With much expertise
Suck in their mouths
The sweet juicy ooze

Shrieking loudly, on a twig
The startled blue jay
Dance a jig and flirt
Feet tightly frizz
Banner ‘blue and grey’
Sounding the alarm
Intruder alert!

Waterfalls, running over
The slippery ledge
Granite covered green
With carpets of moss
Growing down the ledge
Under canopy of
Glowing colored leaves

Winter, coming early
Long shadows grow
Birches are now bare
Before the first snow
Enters hurly-burly
Whispers its wind
A final, ‘Hush’