Wonderous decidious scarlet and amber
intermingled with ochre, gold and yellow.
Dangling from umber tentacles of lumber
or wafting forlorn in Novembers bellow.
Splashes appear of verdant greens and olive
of those whose color never change in autumn.
In these mountains of vibrant vistas we live
where painted leaves dance to this seasons rhythm.
Down country lanes, over hills and down hollows
brisk morning breezes chill noses and fingers.
a precursor to a winter that follows
when all huddle by fires embers that lingers.
But for now we will enjoy the spectacles
of geese winging in vees to far southern climes.
While squirrels scamper to hoard their eddibles
and the symphony of bare limbs playing chimes.
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Love ya!
Jane
Man, I miss it so. Don't miss the cold weather and icy roads though.
Ron
While reading this artistic offering, it was as if I was being transported on a giant leafy umber branch encased by a "symphony" of autumn. I will print this and share it with my nieces and make an attempt to memorize it like I memorized Robert Frost's "Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening" when I was in the 8th grade. Oh, yes, this poem brings me back in time to a good place. Great job Budd and I earnestly salute you on Veterans Day.