Elise Skidmore

WHEN LEAVES FALL is the title poem from my last book. I thought I might give you another small taste of fall that will be included in the new book, A DANCE OF DREAMS.

Summer Concealed

Summer is not dead.
Concealed beneath fallen leaves
of autumn she sleeps
deep in the long cold winter.
Snow blanket insulation
nurtures and revives
bulbs and seedlings that need rest
in order to thrive.
Everything has its season;
rainbows exist though unseen.

~Elise Skidmore ©2015