First Day of Fall
I have earrings shaped like acorns
And I poked them through my ears
As a welcome to this season
And my joy when it appears.
Though the leaves have yet to burnish
I await those golden hues,
For to live without those ochres
Is an option I’d refuse.
There’s a nip there in the morning;
Time to drag the sweaters out
For the crispness and the colors
Are what autumn’s all about.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2014
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