Yes, another form – -today, some metrical verse…
Leaves sing God’s song, tune cycles of budding, birth, giving, release,
Autumn golds, ambers, flaming red have forgotten April’s sweet peace
Wind rumbles through this drying season, bounding water over rocks
Shorts and sunscreen abandoned in drawers, left for warm wooly socks
She stirs her pumpkin soup dinner and watches the darkness increase – -
The question: When did she last hear the relentless honking of geese?
See the V flying South turn from the grey clouds, pregnant with rain – obese
No need for paper when nature’s calendar clicks and turns the clocks
Leaves sing God’s song
Ali throws open the cellar door, her smile shouts “Cheers for caprice!”
Kitchen air and floor fills with Maple’s and Elm’s orange and cerise
Fight between Bob the Cat and Jack the Jay, bird wins with squawks
She gathers the broom, the trash can, the bags when she hears the knocks
There – stomping morning’s dew from his brawny boots she sees love’s police
Leaves sing God’s song
You have awakened in me a strong desire for pumpkin soup. I can almost smell it. This was a lovely, image filled celebration of what autumn is all about.
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