Nature's Offspring

Nature's Offspring

I walked down the path, carpeted with autumn leaves.
Suddenly I was wrapped by a cool, crisp breeze.
The smell of the third season filtering through the air.
With the trees shedding their dressing, with colors oh so rare.


I passed an old chipmunk storing his provisions away.
So he could eat in pleasure on a far away spring day.
As I rested awhile on an old tree stump,
I was suddenly alarmed by a hard, loud thump.


I slowly looked behind me, and what did I see?
A  bossy, bold jackrabbit marking his territory.
In the trees above me, on the branches bare,
Two squirrels huddled together, finding comfort there.


With all the woodland creatures scurrying to and fro,
And the wondrous life of nature pulsating its warm glow.
Mother Nature teaches her offspring with the closing of their eyes.
She spreads her white, cold blanket and covers all that dies.

When winter comes with the miracle of snow so innocent and pure.
An icy wonderland to gaze upon, with the feeling so demure.
Soon  winter would be upon them, for death would bring rebirth.
And again this precious cycle would revolve around our Mother Earth.
Ameasha Brown