Meadow In Autumn
Standing at the fence row on the far side of the meadow
I am fascinated by the movement of an encroaching shadow
Changing forms, reminding me of the fictional shapeshifter
On the other side of the meadow lurks a slovenly-clad drifter
I do not know him, but he does not live in my neighborhood
So, I keep an eye on him as he slips down into the near wood
The flowers are gone, and the tall grasses are drooping badly
Awaiting coming blasts from the north, I think, not so gladly
When they will slink beneath the snowy white lacy blankets
To await the coming of spring; for now they wait, no regrets
And I mosey on to get my last look at the autumn color fading
Most of the leaves have fallen and the shadows are cascading
written October 26, 2021
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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