Harbingers by Dennis Lange

………..Harbingers

I drove across the river bridge,
…The traffic smooth and light,
And down below, the river ran,
…A silent, silver sight.

The cypress trees that lined its banks
…Were sturdy, strong, and tall.
They wore the multi-colored frocks
…That trees don in the fall.

Then, from the river, rising, right,
…Were two birds – heron, crane?
And one winged white and one winged gray
…As Nature’s weather vane.

For as they crossed the copper leaves,
…Their colors seemed to say,
“We supercede the yellow, orange –
…Old Winter’s on his way.”

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2014.

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