Marsh Grasses

Marsh grasses raise their tassels
Stretching ever upward.
Gentle cool breezes rustle them
Making sounds of natural music
Announcing falls impending arrival.
Lingering butterflies partake of food
As they ready themselves for their
Journey.
Random boats stay moored in stubbornness
And refusal, to release the summer winds
That captivated them.
Fall is in the air; a lovely time of year
Yet it brings us face to face with change.
Reluctant to leave behind the glow of warm
days.
We visit natures inroads further from the
Ocean's roar.
We hold tenderly each day that seemed
So swiftly passed before.

written by Pauline
copyright 2006