In Season’s Why
Impressed am I
in season’s why
Autumn has paid
lavish visit;
her train is long;
royal colors
dazzle my street.
She lets me step
upon her robe
of yellow-red
and orange-brown.
Joy of jewels -
a sage parade.
Just cool enough.
This season’s why,
I smile at North:
it’s Georgia’s turn.
For Winter sought
the ready North,
assigned her snow -
pearlescent gift.
And she, the North,
this year might share
few shovels full,
if she can spare.
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