L Milton Hankins Poet Quatern

Hints of Autumn

As lonely sighs drift across the mountaintops
Mists linger ‘til midmorning, caressing trees
It's evident that the temperature slowly drops,
For a chill is accompanying the August breeze.

Slight hints of color nestle in along the crown
As lonely sighs drift across the mountaintops
A few leaves, growing tired, are drifting down
For autumn leans heavily on August’s props.

Predicting summer’s sodden humid day’s sops
We can enjoy hints of coming autumn’s glamor
As lonely sighs drift across the mountaintops
They call to mind the end of summer’s clamor.

Be still and you can hear echoes of September
Chants of “the hills are alive” music never stops,
The lovely days of August, always to remember
As lonely sighs drift across the mountaintops.  
 
Written August 11, 2022

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Jenna Logan September 3, 2022 at 9:25 AM I'm sorry I didn't read this earlier, Milt. It's very beautiful and a lot more worthy of being on that contest's winning list than something about a spreadsheet. I think some judges need to take a closer look at their entries and separate the wheat from the chaff.

Connie Marcum Wong August 16, 2022 at 3:27 AM Colorful autumn is my favorite time of year. Very few trees change color here but it gets cooler. Best wishes for a win with your lovely entry Milt. Blessings xxoo L Milton Hankins August 16, 2022 at 8:29 AM Thanks so much, Connie. Seems I recall, when I was in Hawaii during the early 60s, that winter consisted of a week or so of cooler weather in December.

Caren Krutsinger August 12, 2022 at 8:58 PM I can hear Julie Andrews singing and it makes me feel enthusiastic about these hills! L Milton Hankins August 16, 2022 at 8:30 AM Thank you, Caren. Yes, I love my West Virginia hills, "how majestic and how grand!"

Tom Cunningham August 11, 2022 at 10:25 AM Summer slowing bowing out as autumn prepares to take the stage, I love this time of year when the heat subsides and cooler days creep up on us Love the imagery in your verse Milton. Tom L Milton Hankins August 11, 2022 at 4:14 PM Me, too, Tom. I really liked this poem myself. I love to write one and then sit back and read it and say, "That's not bad!" Thank you.