Bold Entrance

I see the first few hints of fall as corners of my yard compete to be the first to win the gold, in an Olympian type feat. My old fruit trees, still in the race hold bounty for migrating birds. I must survive on fallen fruit and inspiration for my words. As summer shouts her last hurrah she lingers on to watch the show. The scarlet Oak and Maple vie to outdo each other’s vibrant glow. Viburnums dance in autumn’s breeze in frenzy of delighted glee. So proud to show their brand new dress, they’re gaily shouting “Look at me.” Seducer with scarlets and golds, a temptress with her brazen bling with foliage answering to her call. I wish that fall could last to spring.