autumn
blew into town, yesterday
on the wing of a south west gale
leaves and shingles and branches
flying before its approach
the leaves of the red maple by the curb
took fright,
turned yellow
and fled.
the season is so late
that it had to make a big show of arriving
before winter steals its thunder.
the seasons flow so smoothly
it seems to us mortals,
but there must be
some seasonal rivalry.
perhaps summer envies winter’s long cool nights.
or
maybe spring covets the colours of autumn,
or
the competition might be
who arrives with the most flare—?
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
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Stunning imagery blew this into my heart--love the humor in your words! BRAVO!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Today I noticed the Swallows and knew spring arrived for us on this side of the world!!
Had to dodge with my car...trying not to kill hundreds of them!!
Love Tinka