Fully Autumn

Fully Autumn —————————— A fine, clear creek Trickling water Flows long on by, As Earth presents Such a festive Winding valley’s show. Sun’s rays sigh. Sprinkling lights shift nigh. So sooner do feelings rise To gift Such a landscape with its due awe; To sing glee As Nature calls Her choirs to harmonize, Accompanied by The wistful poems of Mounds of carmine mums, Tipping their petite Petals within each Wending breeze; To scatter away worries By tracing the last flights Of silver-spotted butterflies, Aiming skyward through This autumn’s afternoon. Transforming trees stand Splendid in a flutter-falling Of their leaves — a gracing By colors On the fingertips of The wind — with their lounging sway — this way then to the other— As created to be Life’s November cotillion — For a dance, and Then a sylvan space to Sleep before snow Covers over all… Still, unburied, with a promise Of resilience. ——————————- —- (c)sally young Eslinger 10/28/2 Thanks be to God