Autumn is here
It begins with brilliant-hued leaves
The smell of wood smoke
And cooler, crisper days leaving a chill in the air.
The early Autumn sun
Creates a shimmering green and gold sea
On Midwestern fields.
The golden sentinel of trees
That line the winding road
Of my path home,
The trees painted in every hue of red and gold,
Become an archway
With a multitude of autumnal colors
Dappled with sunlight
And aching for their beauty to be noticed
Winter is nipping
At Autumn’s heels
The fiery leaves that
Proclaimed the season
Now sadly litter the ground
As so much confetti after a New Year’s bash.
They skitter along the grass and pavement
A frenzied last dance
Before winter’s frost
Puts an end to the festivities.
Photos by sirensong1208