August winds down midmonth, Autumn nudges
Daylight dwindles, there's a nip in the air.
Those who love the sultry summer begrudge
Others' sheer delight in Autumn's fanfare.
This season of change transforms slowly.
Bright daubs of colour on trees displaying
Crimson's, oranges, and yellows glow vividly
Kissed by the sun, shimmering leaves rustling.
The dawn chorus silenced, birds southward bound.
Farmers gathering in their crops; hay bales dot fields.
Pumpkins set on doorsteps, large, orange, round
A seasonal symbol of harvest's yield.
Autumnal equinox imminent
Nature's flamboyant show: fall's celebrant.
Copyright © Carol Fillmore | Year Posted 2017
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