The Coming of Autumn
The Coming of Autumn
Gregory Firlotte
Imagine the sun with its dimming rays
peeping through leaves on wind-chilled days.
The earth shedding its green and flowery cloak
to take on a red and orange yoke
and chimneys send forth wispy veils of smoke
that announce a new season to all the folk.
Outside the pumpkins and gourds are full
while inside one piles up blankets of wool.
And we tend to the hearths to ward off the chill
and reminisce about the Summer that bides with us still
in our collective memories but only until
the frost comes to stay to do Autumn's will.
copyright © 2017 Gregory Firlotte
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