Ellen Mecca Poet Quatern

The Golden Light of Four O' Clock

The golden light of four o' clock comes fast
Country comfort and camera in hand
Orange, yellow, red, brown, pumpkins all around
The hues, the colors, a feast for the eyes

Hot coffee, creamy and smooth, warm to the bones
The golden light of four o' clock comes fast
Apple picking, pumpkin pie, eating snacks
Trick or treat candy galore in my sack

Cornstalks, corn mazes, hot apple cider
A cornucopia of many things
The golden light of four o' clock comes fast
Sharing your bounty, a time to give thanks

Thanksgiving harvest, gratitude abounds
Sweaters, scarves, flannel shirts, warm cozy socks
Crocheting blankets and hats and mittens
The golden light of four o' clock comes fast

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John Lawless September 25, 2023 at 12:00 PM Alas, fall creeps closer, sooner, every evening. You have solved the mystery of fall and the mystery of the "recurring line" of the Quatern in this wonderful romp through falls follies.