October has swept in, bedazzling the trees
with a special magic as again her spell she weaves.
In and out she waltzes as she touches all their leaves.
Crimson, gold and orange dance with her on the breeze.
Also on the breeze there glide flocks of southbound geese
as the sky becomes at eventide a fantasy -
blue now turning tangerine – beautiful to see!
I pause to savor it and feel my soul at peace.
Oct. 3, 2020
for Julia Ward's A Flock Of Birds Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2020
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