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Autumn Leans on the Coast - DHR
Written: September 23, 2026, for a contest sponsored by: Daniel Henry Rodgers
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Autumn leans on the coast with a warm hand,
fog lifting from the Golden Gate,
vineyards heavy with late-season grapes,
their skins split with sweetness,
their juice pressed into barrels of waiting.
In the Central Valley,
almonds crack open,
pomegranates bleed red into baskets,
farmworkers bend beneath the sun,
their voices weaving Spanish and Mixtec
into the rows of abundance.
The Sierra air sharpens,
aspens flare yellow against granite,
while fire scars still smolder,
reminders that autumn here
is both harvest and hazard,
celebration and mourning.
On the streets of Los Angeles,
markets spill persimmons and guavas,
children taste the tartness of tamarind,
grandmothers stir pozole,
and the season is not nostalgia
but gathering —
a table stretched across languages,
a feast stitched from migration.
And above it all,
the moon burns copper,
then softens to pearl,
its autumn colors shifting
with smoke, sea-fog, and desert air —
a lantern for harvest,
a witness to return.
California autumn is not a single story:
it is moonlight on the Pacific,
dust in the valley,
smoke in the mountains,
fruit in the hand.
It is abundance and loss,
return and departure,
a season that belongs to many,
and to none alone.
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