FALL ON THE HIGH PLAINS

Photo by Betty Bynum

    

                  Fall on The High Plains

                      by Billy Gilbreath

The anxious moments of waiting are over 

Stepping outside in the early morning today

The fog reminded me of the poem now forgotten

Something to the effect that it arrives like kitty feet

Was  it yesterday that we endured  the temperature

The smell from the nearby feedlots was absent

Only the refreshing aroma of the clean air present

Reports from the   morning  farm and ranch news

Indicates the beginning of the harvest of the fields

Awaiting the end of the maturity and beginning

Replaced by the cotton sacks, the huge machines 

No longer the many migrants arriving for gathering

Ranchers seemed pleased because of the moisture

Needed to relieve the concern of a possible drought

The green winter grass replaces those large rolls

Those young offspring are in shape for winter

                             Fall 

Returning from the morning walk in the neighborhood

Looking up on the ledge of the entrance a surprise

Those little fellows, three fledges and parents

Decided that the time had arrived to move out

That long trip to points unknown still a mystery

Going there and yet knowing how to return

                    Fall has Arrived

Did I hear something of a familiar  honking sound

Yes, their built- in GPS gave them the right path

Seems that their home for a few short months

The playa ponds, the fields of plenty, the weather

The friendly people causes their yearly return

                           Fall is Here

The green color of the leaves is gradually changing

Acorns falling all around  pleasing to the squirrels

As they are hastily digging and burying for winter

Some say, the old-timers , indicates a severe winter

                           Enjoying Fall

Yet at the time of  expressing my feelings

Me wonders, the many mysteries of nature,

The turning of the planets, the migration of birds

The maturation of the acorns, the cotton bolls,

Even the three fledges of my nighttime observation

And the assurance that all are all in their places

                    Thanks to the Creator

                            For mysteries

“Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror;                     

Then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part;                       

Then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. “

                            1 Corinthians 13:12

By Billy Gilbreath, guest writer

FOR MIL’S, 11/6/19