Greenfield far far away
In droves luring Africans
Across the foaming flames
Through the Sahara hell
Scaling the stormy Sea.

The sheep in droves
Galloping across the desert
Taking risk in risk, hoping
Till every breath of wants
Dies in want of want.

Many have died
Some are dying
Many will still die
Tell me not why!

Humanity in high flames
Burning in crimson clouds
Coming to outlandish rainbow!

The dead dead!
Would they come back?
To bite the hunchback
Hounding the donkey's back
In search of the greenery​.

black coffee with eggnog
swims in swirls of holiday
mixture's of light and dark
as winter approaches stark

these beverage clouds balloon
heavy with rain and cold
sweeping over stillness strewn
in city parks, and streets all told

walk along with cup in hand
listen to the autumn round
here this wind plays Honalee
in Emerald City by the sea

-cec

gentle in the morning air, this-
which swings upon grey mist
as light and shadow soon appear
among the hush-hush leaves

this winter wet has now beset
within the orchard's glean
where viscid mud and bracken rest
and pearls of rain drops gleam

red berries lure wide eyes that bite
to satiate their gnaw
from limb to branch with claw or flight
for each must heed this call

with roiling clouds of hues and tint
above this valley's lows
these fronts move cardinal quint
in convection's rise and flow

from ages past in lineage lasts
with Raven's heart and soul
upon these western waters cast
through weathered mounts in snow

in this tale as solstice nears
beneath transition's Northwest blow
loyal stewards of this land revered
in humble cedar house repose

receive these then agreeable rains
that nurtures one and all
know this sacred season's reign
as chronicled forward in this squall

-cec