One Autumn Morning
A modest temperature embraces the morning.
And from the bedroom window looking west,
there's an arrested air of classic Autumn.
There's not a cloud in sight, grey or white;
But plowed soil so cleaned and cleared.
Harvest has passed, and the land, now
cleared of beans and corn, has been put
to rest. Not far away, there lies a sea.
A sea of white cotton, yet to be gathered
and sent to the markets. Bales of cotton,
picked and wrapped in yellow plastic sheets,
lie still, lighting up the coveted rural views.
Along the turn roes and across the once fruitful
fields of desirable grain, there's a picturesque
and stately landscape of toasted-green-colored
trees, slow-dancing with those gentle winds of Fall.
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