Five Bounteous Leaves

I yearn for shades of Autumn and all that it could bring the chromis strews of redding bricks the chilly burrr Blushing apples high as kites tied to apron strings and acorns full of french berets and nutmeg tinted plur falling down like parachutes with no inter ; I do foretell the signs of summer's end and so salute the fury tilts of sapling greens in soakly forest wood; Those elongated serenades of change with no refute who can question them beneath God's plentish hood except his "FIVE" bounteous leaves of cherry wood; Swiveling down here and there aiming far with dip the rusky calls of brownie birds as they lose their fur The cheep- cheep- cheep of a baby's nest, a quip that zings across the equinox of fall and oft conjures the memory of an Autumn's tale and sweet procure ; I yearn for gatherings of pumpkin pies and feast the shaky janks of corn roast romps the evening hearth that says "you're truly blessed" Yes I love the Autumn's bold audacious stomp, that sells to me its beauty and its comp... August 24, 2018