Poets Forum by Dennis Patton
As Autumn’s song drifts through the hills,
The trees in brilliant disarray
All dance to rhapsody which fills
Each moment of this perfect day. My heart responds by beating time While waltzing to her merry air, As nature pipes a tune sublime
To lure me to a woody lair. In sun-splashed beds of grassy green Which holds the pale tenacious roots, On paths that wear a frosty sheen Above the tender, sleeping shoots. Let me lie as a dormant seed
To rest among the golden tones As Autumn’s music fills my need
Till Spring bursts forth to warm my bones.
— Neville Saylor Deceased
HAIKU
autumn breeze golden leaves drift on the creek
— Dennis Patton Alexander
CALICO AUTUMN
October cuts her leaves from calico Of pumpkin-gold and purple muscadine Like patches dipped in dyes and simmered slow
To shades of scarlet dried to berry wine.
She hazes meadows to a misty isle Then wraps her hollows in a smoky veil
Where speckled babies waddle single file
In brown parade behind a mama quail. October flaunts her glory on the breeze That rustles shocks of corn in rustic rows
And coaxes clinging color from the trees
To carpet forest floors with leaf rainbows.
October is a magic month to me— It lets a poet lose her fantasy.
— Faye Boyette Wise Benton
A GOLPHER’S HOPE
Sometimes I top the ball
Resulting in a loud clunk,
And other times I rip
The ground with chunk upon chunk. However, on occasion
I manage a good golf shot.
And in that too-brief moment
I find I like golf a lot.
So though ability
I fully know I lack,
One good shot per round Means I’ll be coming back.
—Howard Nobles Deceased EYEWITNESS ACCOUNT
It’s a given, God dwells in a far-away place, beyond the bright morning star, on the outskirts of space.
But I’ve seen Him drop in right under my nose on the wings of a butterfly and touch down on a rose!
And I’ve witnessed His presence in the sway of the trees; caught a glimpse of His glory in the red and gold leaves.
Last but not least,
I’ve seen Him in your smile;
You have won His favor
He has come the extra mile!
—-Mike Pafundi Deceased
HAIKU
Heavy winds blowing Ripping a sail to pieces The ocean takes charge
—Cathy Parker Alexander
To submit poems for publication, please send poems of 16 or fewer lines to Dennis Patton, 2512 Springhill Circle, Alexander, AR 72002, or patton_dr@ hotmail.com.