If you have never had the privilege of seeing the Smokies in autumn, you have really missed something. The drought that N.C. has been experiencing makes for a less spectacular fall than we are used to in the Piedmont; even so, it is enough to take your breath away.
Hope you enjoy! Bless you! 'Pea'<3

I paused on the way up the drive today.
(Sky and trees paused me, okay?)
Lemon, lime and rust had come out to play
‘neath a big top of blue dolled-up with gray.

Autumn saved her best flags to wave today.
Breeze ruffled them into Van Goghs and Monets.
October tossed pastels leftover from May,
gambled on wine and melon with green appliques.

Acorns took up tap, leaves did ballet.
Picture-book clouds played can’t-catch-me.
The mail in my hand melted away
as air smoothly grabbed and kidnapped me.

Sky and trees paused me all day today
as a Tantalus half moon and half old flame
found me picking leaves from my hair. What a day.
Helped build a bonfire.   Won the game!.

The crunch of cruel boots marched on by (today).
Winter agreed to wait quietly in coach (today)
Not a bird or a squirrel chittered Why (not today).
Get to float, you float. (Day’s a day, okay?)

(Sky and trees re-started me,  you could say.)




 

(c) Phyllis Jean Green, 2005