Earl Vincent de Berge
Bio Note: An Arizona native, I focus on Sonoran deserts, people and politics, Guatemala and the Andes.
Autumn, Stay Your Breath
Had I the words, I would ask these shifting autumn winds to stay their chilling aggression – give me just one more warm summer day. I am old and well recall how your breathy visits forecast the need for coats, gloves and rubber boots. In currents swirling too soon, your hint of winter loosens the grip of summer leaves on branch until trees grandeur lies rusting on the ground leaving trunk and arms of aspen as white scarecrows embarrassed and shivering in our mountain vales. There is no bitterness or intent in weather’s changing ways and I know prayers to the seasons are as likely to be answered as a soldier’s prayer that no bullet carries his name, yet just trying gives me hope, and like prayer, is neither hard nor pointless.
©2022 Earl Vincent de Berge
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