Autumns Final Bow
At the end of her most vibrant display
Autumn takes a final bow;
her splendor, turned to parchment crisps,
skeletal trees are revealed, their arthritic limbs
stretching into a white, frigid sky.
Squirrels fill the barren void with plenty of nuts and nests;
rabbits and chipmunks burrow beneath
chilling grounds to the warmth below, for their winter’s repose.
Scent of wood fires wafts from chimneys as winds begin to bite.
Autumn’s palette is wiped clean and
stored until Spring births are ready to record.
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