Rust-colored leaves, tumble helplessly
from the big front yard maple tree
No wind
Just their time to let go
Stateman-like bluejays, squawk nonstop
Warning all, red-tail hawks circling
eyeing plump mourning doves, in pairs
in the red cherry trees
Two baby garter snakes
wearing bright yellow necklaces
like those girls wear to a debutante ball
writhe on the dusty garage floor
Flowers, enroute back to seeds
Their nectar, still sweet, enticing
monarch butterflies to cling
to their sticky honey
The older man, leaning
against the weathered wooden fence
a spitting image of Robert Frost
casts an approving look my way
I know then, nothing more need be said
Poetic Alchemist 
Gautami: Glad you enjoyed the snake part. Even snakes have their day.
Dan: Thanks and glad you liked the poem and the new blog skin.
Aurora: Yes, you were lucky indeed. Glad you enjoyed it.
“Two baby garter snakes
wearing bright yellow necklaces
like those young girls wear
to a debutante ball, writhe
on the dusty garage floor”
THat blew up my mind. I am no frost either but I like!
Nice one, Don.
Nice new look to your site, too.
Thanks!
One of my older brothers used to read me Robert Frost and Dylan Thomas poetry at bedtime as opposed to children’s stories. 🙂 I think I lucked out.
This has a nice, idyllic feel to it, Don. I enjoyed it for both its visual presentation, as well as nostalgic mood.
Pat: Thanks. Yes, you are right.
You already have Fall peeking over your shoulder. At 93 degrees it’s hard to think of changing leaves and frost. Weel written!!
Thanks Floots. For all I know, you could be Frost, Sandburg, Wallace Stevens, or even Floots!
ok so i’m not robert frost
but i’m another “older” guy
leaning on the fence and giving my approval 🙂
knockout