Sharon
Tarasco
Beneath a distant castle’s
eye
Autumn colors,
transformation--
All but two majestic pines,
Their regal presence never
changing.
Dark clouds loom – the hint
of thunder,
Far below, a raging river
Rushes forth, toward the
fall,
Then crashes to the river
floor.
Shepherds tending nearby
flocks
Heed not the forceful water’s
flow,
But gather wandering herds
anew
In light of the approaching
storm.
Amidst the turmoil, far and
near,
There rests a cottage, quite
serene
Against the potent water’s
edge
Shielded by the mighty pines.