Maple Shiver
Soft maples shiver, their thickening sap withdrawn
Birds sit silent on the glistening crust of dawn
Autumn's trumpet sounds on the shifting mountain breeze
Rattling pale cornstalks with the hint of coming freeze
Skies grow quiet save for the honk of passing "vees"
Slowly in a garden work the last of "busy's" bees
Cut fields will slowly wither in the waning warmth of fall
Scarecrows hanging limply long for raven's call
Field mice idly amble to the shelter of the barn
The cat will now have more to do than play with balls of yarn
For summer came - and went - too soon
While coyotes howled beneath its moon
Yet as the shivering maples shed
They know, in spring, they well be bled
John G. Lawless
8/21/2020
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