Autumn Afterglow

On a far off, lonely hillside a living spectacle awaits where aspens spin their golden crowns and sleepy maple trees awake. A place where winding paths are lined with multicolored canopies where gurgling streams are tickling frogs and fish and buzzing bees. A swath of pumpkins in a patch in varied shapes askew appears a hanging scarecrow’s crooked smile fails to raise the raven’s fears. As autumn’s sun fades wistfully a crisp cool breeze sways branch and leaf a lone horned owl is hooting low reminders that fall’s days are brief. As sun’s soft rays in beams surround kissing fields in copper tones stillness comes as dark descends and hugs warm Autumn’s afterglow. Written on 10/22/2018