Nurture your Nature

Madison Bridge to Kiwanis Park

With each fall of leaf
the view of winter becomes clearer.
Memories of summers-to-come
wait till after spring.

I thought I saw a fox

No wafts of wind nor wing,
nary a bird in sight;
is that all that's missing?
my thoughts take flight above this flowing water,
where a brown slink of fur
blends into leaves and logs
abandoned by trees
where the river mirrors
gleams of gold
floating past worn rock and sand
and the trout fly-fisher-man.
No chirps. No breeze.
In the calm of autumn,
October falls one leaf by leaf,
to be carried off to the sea.

© 2008 Kåre Enga [165.302] 2008-10-17

9 carved pumpkins
on Alex's front porch.
His neighbor talking on a cell-phone,
the other peeling a banana.

Empty swings.
I sit on one so it won't feel lonely.
The slide and steps to a pole beckon.
I ponder, then move on.

A glade of trees:
pine, maple, fir,
a plaque on a rocky mountain juniper.

I circle around 3 cedars
then leave by the entrance.
where the sign proclaims:
ceded 1942.

Madison Bridge to Kiwanis Park, October 17, 2008, Missoula, Montana (includes the part made into a poem later)