AUTUMN

October has arrived, with its brisk morning breath.  And peaceful afternoons.

It sort of crept in slowly, through the trees and onto creaky back porches.

Gone now are the sounds of summer, replaced by the brilliant colors of autumn.

No more lawn mowers, children’s laughter and even the song birds have left.

Left behind for memories, traded for the harvest moon, and an all hallows eve.

For cool evenings, warm sweaters and frosty pumpkins.  A worthy barter yes indeed.

October is here, with  Cider, leaves and  spooky stuff.  Frozen puddles in the morning.

Indian corn, baseball, cloudy skies  bring us joyfully together in this special time of year.

Autumn is alive, maples ablaze, slashing through the pines.  While the dogwood sleeps contently.

And summer says good night to all.  A time of year for gathering and harvesting of souls.

Of bristling leaves, and spider webs,   Of Halloween both past & present.  A quiet time.

A time for us to pause and be thankful for all this season has to give.

By David J. Whitman