Autumn Poem






Geese honk October’s byword
In a sky suddenly a deeper shade of blue.

The secret season is here.
And leaves like Jack O’ Lanterns glow,
A final bonfire of color before the winter white.

Summer finery falls away to reveal stems of substantial strength
Ready for storms to come
Wild winds rattling dead grasses,
Lay the land bare like a skeleton bones

While inscrutable shadows creep across the landscape,
Creating moody kaleidoscopes with dizzying speed,
Exciting artistic inspiration ~C.W.

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