Orion in the SkyBy Autumn Writer©Copyright 2012 Orion, fearless hunter in the sky,Canis Minor and Major, ever faithful, at your sideWhat is your quarry on this winter night?Is it the lion, Leo, growling before the palace gate,or perhaps the Great Bear lurking in his northern lair?Could it be the dreaded Hydra? With your quest so bold, would you dare the sting of Scorpio?Does it please the vain queen, Cassiopeia, sitting i...

Endless SkyAutumn Writer© Copyright 2012 A wind is blowing soft upon the plainin early hours that wait the break of day.Grasses bend and shake their headsat meager light that turns their blades to gray.The morning air is chilling and I yearnFor the warm abode from where I came. In the east appears a tepid glowwhere the earth turns under the horizon.It is the promise of the morning sun to be:the burning star that lights th...

Secret Morning© Copyright 2012 Autumn Writer Silent sun, uncertain light, Screened by frosted clouds from frozen night,sifting through the tangled forest top. Forest’s edge, the chilly brook wanders through a path of ice. Morning beckons; onset of another day. Rise up, shake off the night of fitful sleep!The sleeping herd awaits its master’s call.A sudden snort of frozen air; a bellowed wail,antlers strike a hollow stump,...

Christmas Poem © Copyright 2011 Autumn Writer Silent forest, leafless trees in frozen night in darkness shadows rise and come to life—black brigades, pointed arms, reach out to barricade the Seeking Soul. The brilliant moon brights a meadow close beyond. But sullen timbers slumber ‘neath snow blankets, near forgot, Stumble, fall; the saving light appears so close away. As snow is foe, it is the ocean on which to sail,a co...

November Rainby Autumn Writer© Copyright 2011 November rain descends in angry spatterson crumbling leaves that lie in tatterson chilly ground that waits its winter sleep.Forgotten flowers bow heads and weep.Chilly drops—what purpose in their minds begotto wet the ground when it matters not?Grumbling clouds grow grayer still;speak to all of nature’s will. November rain brings back to mindshowers of May, left so far behind....

Lighthouse by Autumn Writer © Copyright 2011 Solitary star, lonesome blinking light, Sentinel on this ragged night, I fight the gale, the stinging sleet. My frail, small craft strains for yonder point where shards beneath the boiling sea lurk in evil hope of my descent to devil’s teeth. to sleep in the cold, dark and silent deep. Can You see me? Lighthouse, do You know how vain my spirit spent that Grace which once fell t...

Autumn Rose By Autumn Writer © Copyright 2011 Little soldier, so proud you are in crimson tunic, emerald epaulettes and matching pantaloons. Stand tall and face bitter autumn winds which scrape bare the once-green garden wherein once would parade colored battalions in summer victories, too many to name. Comrades all in crimson, pink, yellow, white You knew them well in days of golden summer light, But the wind; the cruel,...

By Autumn Writer © Copyright 2008, 2010 Chapter 4: Winter My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. Song of Solomon 2:10-11 November 1993 Martha and Hal sat in their family room late in the afternoon on the Saturday before Thanksgiving. They didn't go in for long conversations in those days, but that was okay. They liked to be...

Chapter 3: Autumn If mine heart have been deceived by a woman, or if I have laid wait at my neighbor's door; Then let my wife grind unto another, and let others bow down upon her. Job 32:9-10 Cleveland—January 1965 Hal held up two fingers; the bartender saw him. Hand signals were easier than yelling over the noise in the crowded bar. Outside, the snowstorm turned into a blizzard. No one would get in or out of town that ni...

© Copyright 2008, 2010 By Autumn Writer Chapter 2: Summer For there is a man whose labor is in wisdom and in knowledge, and in equity; yet to a man that hath not labored therein shall he leave it for his portion? This also is vanity and a great evil. For what hath man of all his labor, and of the vexation of his heart, wherein he hath labored under the sun? Ecclesiastes 2: 21-22 May 1950 Hal sat in his pickup truck, looki...

THE FOUR SEASONS © Copyright 2008, 2010 By Autumn Writer Prologue How long shall I take counsel in my soul, having sorrow in my heart daily? How long shall mine enemy be exalted over me? Consider and hear me, O Lord my god: lighten mine eyes, lest I sleep the sleep of death; Lest mine enemy say, I have prevailed against him; and those that trouble me rejoice when I am moved. Psalm 13: 2- "Señor Hal, Señor Hal!" the young...

Middle Innings © Copyright 2007, 2010, 2011 by Autumn Writer Author’s note: this story is entirely a work of fiction. It is not intended to portray any specific players, team or event. If there are any similarities it is completely coincidental. *************** Will Daggett stood atop the dugout steps. “Whew! Feel that heat.” The blast of summer heat was the price to pay for clubhouse air conditioning. He could remember w...

The Blarney Boys by AutumnWriter Copyright © by 2007, 2008, 2011 There was a time that seems to us so far away—but it's not so distant when we measure the span of years. It was the waning of an era in which people cared more for preserving traditions than for throwing them away. March 1970 It was a gray afternoon, following a gray morning in that limbo time of year between winter and spring. It wasn't yet time to be think...