It tip-toed,
quietly across the celestial equator,
whispering a fond adieu to summer,
smiling at the fall’s first chill
showing its camaraderie with
Saturday downpour that shaked leaves.
As the hands on the clock,
melting the day and night together,
knit a full circle on the face of time,
declaring the autumnal equinox,
the Sun merges due West under horizon.
Beautiful times of the year ahead
In my neck of the woods as
Nature explodes in vibrant colors of
yellow, orange, purple and red.
leaves begin to drop off the trees,
its time for kids to jump into leaf beds.
Warm apple cider and pumpkin pies
Pamper the taste buds and stay on minds
The breezy nights begin to linger longer,
Aspens tremble with the changing weather
And woodland critters store for long haul of winter
The child in me is happy
To see the sight of hay stacks,
ripe apples in the orchards,
morning frost on the pumpkins and the
smell of firewood burning in neighborhood
wakes up my free autumn spirit.
September, 22, 2013
quietly across the celestial equator,
whispering a fond adieu to summer,
smiling at the fall’s first chill
showing its camaraderie with
Saturday downpour that shaked leaves.
As the hands on the clock,
melting the day and night together,
knit a full circle on the face of time,
declaring the autumnal equinox,
the Sun merges due West under horizon.
Beautiful times of the year ahead
In my neck of the woods as
Nature explodes in vibrant colors of
yellow, orange, purple and red.
leaves begin to drop off the trees,
its time for kids to jump into leaf beds.
Warm apple cider and pumpkin pies
Pamper the taste buds and stay on minds
The breezy nights begin to linger longer,
Aspens tremble with the changing weather
And woodland critters store for long haul of winter
The child in me is happy
To see the sight of hay stacks,
ripe apples in the orchards,
morning frost on the pumpkins and the
smell of firewood burning in neighborhood
wakes up my free autumn spirit.
September, 22, 2013
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