Autumn In Waiting

Autumn in Waiting I love when vineyards turn to yellow, orange, and red. I will get up an hour later, and may earlier go to bed. The valley floor strewn wide, with Chardonnay leaves. Growing tall on their stalks, are the corn in their sheaves. Clouds shaping skyward, sculpting Michelangelo’s art. Grapes gone to seedlings, waiting cold winter’s heart. Whips of wind curl and lick, at sleeping summer gardens. Burgundy mums fall and nod, in clay that freezes or hardens. Blonde grasses turn white, waiting for tinges of green. While other trees go to sleep, with leaves no longer seen. Things seem to linger, or stop nature’s clocks. Birds preen their feather’s, to fly south from our docks. Time, stopped for the mellow, with unknowing hesitation. We wait for the deep sleep, of wet winter’s presentation. -Edlynn Nau © November 10, 2019