Autumn
A pple pickers gaily riding in wagons, sipping cider along the way, headed for orchards, on a crisp, clear sunny day.
U mbrellas turned inside out when wily north winds blow, and sheets of rain, without refrain, follow all the way home.
T urning leaves of gold and crimson hues, ignite the woodlands and city parks, a spectacular, humbling view.
U mber swathes of color, spreading over marsh and field, extinguishing summers rainbow palette, bronzing acres without yield.
M ischievious squirrels scamper, hording acorns in winter nests and wooly bear caterpillars journey to their rest.
N ight rises, dropping a charcoal veil, a choir of crickets chirping, in the chilly autumn air.
Copyright © Paulette Calasibetta | Year Posted 2021
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