Red Herring of Lapsing Time

Fall’s felicitous red herring — the mystery of leaves morphing. The autumnal applause fairing. Verdant heat and daylight dwarfing. The horologic ticker chimes, as lines are drawn on pumpkins patched. Gramps, it’s apple picking time. The scarecrow’s wise with balding thatch. Forensic crisp of maple leaves — children foolishly blinded by the crimson and yellow dervish heap...how quickly green does die. Snowy bonnet soon covers plot — arthritically profound. The creaky ice of knees and knots embellish the grownups’ playground. Sought are the days of yesteryear — chirping of birds and childhood friends, standing aloft swing with no fear, ascending where sunlight transcends. 9/22/2019 100 words Any poem you want to write exactly 100 words Poetry Contest Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger Word count checked by howmanysyllables.com