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
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