Growing
colder as we lose our blanket of leaves
The wind
sifts and drifts through Nature’s eaves
Carrying away
each leaf that’s ready to go
Often some others
that are not, though
Falling
leaves tick-tick through branches brown
Most making
their way to the cold ground
Intermingling
with other leaves in ways
Impossible
back in their greener days
Barren
branches click-clack together
As Lady
Breeze begins to blow harder
Angered there
are no soft leaves for pushin’
Leaving her
an evergreen pin-cushion
On the thirty-first, kids dress in sheets
Hoping to
fill up their bags with sweets
Scooting door
to door, calling out, “Trick or treat!”
Shuffle-crunch-shushing
leaves under their feet
The wooden hay-wagon
wheels clunk to a stop
As the team
of horses halt their clippity-clop
The driver
holds the reins as people climb down
To sip some
hot cider, mulled spicy and brown
Warm cinnamon
doughnuts they quickly consume
Then climb back
aboard so their ride can resume
A shake of
the reins slaps at haunches, strong and grey
With a snort
and a whinny, they lurch back on their way
i would love to take a trip on the horse drawn wagon....a hay ride! and cider....mmm.....to warm the heart from that wind...i love this time of year....
ReplyDeleteThere is a completely different soundtrack to autumn. To all seasons. Brings Vivaldi to mind. And a different set of scents and sights. I cannot fathom living where the climate was one note...like Hawaii. I so love the change.
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