Professor Charles D. Blanchette

by Professor Charles D. Blanchette on November 13, 2025

The creaks and groans of ancient trees,
They will not bend those oaken knees,
To genuflect ‘pon russet leaves,
As the winds turn colder.

Maples golden ‘fore the fight,
Shed their robes of jaundiced light,
Replacing them with sleeves of white,
As the winds turn colder.

Stonewalls run but do not wander,
Sentinels to nature’s wonder,
In hushed grey tones, they sit and ponder,
As the winds turn colder.

Devil’s whirl, toss leaves asunder,
Leaving branches stripped, barren, plundered,
Come ashen skies, spring grows fonder,
As the winds turn colder.

Autumn sun casts rapier shadows,
Cross farmers’ fields that now lay fallow,
Anticipating the ’Eve all hallows,
As the winds turn colder.

Balsams bow but do not break,
Under alabaster weight,
In shrouds of white they hibernate,
As the winds turn colder.