Autumn
Autumn is approaching rapidly.
Already leaves of many trees become
Converted. Some are changing vividly
To crimsons, russets, shades of gold and plums.
The asters, goldenrods, gentians abloom.
The insects lethargy increasingly
Arresting to the eye. Their fate presumed.
Familiar fragrances bewitchingly
Seduce me, spurring happy memories:
The children celebrating Halloween.
The jack-o'-lanterns smiling bright and stories
About the living dead are told between
The sips of hot deliciousness.... Cider!
Need I ask for more amidst this splendor?
Copyright © Albert Ahearn | Year Posted 2009
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