The Road Ahead Is Almost Yellow

The road ahead is almost yellow Somewhere bright somewhere faded Waiting for its soon-to-come fellow In the air crispy murmurs Alder and Birch look cravingly Squirrels running at their feet Gathering seeds and nuts so wisely Stashing better than our closet Maples flare red and orange Tall shadows in the afternoon All around a tinted transience Thanksgiving for what we owe Fallen leaves crunch under bare feet Flying southward, birds clap their wings Your lonely back looking lovely Nothing to hold on, leaves keep falling Your eyes at harvested pumpkins Your nimble fingers knitting a pullover Bamboo needles seeking more light Who does cross your path now September 16, 2019 Fall Into Fall Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke