Autumn Calls
Autumn calls and Summers almost gone
now the lawn is adorned with acorns.
The smell of hay upon the field's breeze
brings reflection time, with such ease.
Pumpkins being taken from their drying
vines and children's laughter calling out
it's harvest time. Gourds and corn stalks
piled in a row, headed for the market on
Old Pine Grove Rd.
The smell of cider simmering at the end
of the day's sun shine and waiting for
the marsh mellows and graham crackers
stuffed with chocolate, to be roasted over
an open fire.
Drapped in sweaters to keep warm
how my heart glows with happiness that
another colorful season has been born.
Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2014
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