The half-moon’s light bathes my window
Promising the season’s first frost
The night is deeply still
The crickets’ and peepers’
hums and murmurs dormant
Squirrels, black and gray
have fattened up for another day
Wind whispers and whirls
Leaves tumble and twirl
Needles of the pine carpet
The drive and front hill
A warm slick cushion
against the hardness and the coming chill
The back forty cut one last time
Laid bare in verdant green and burnished gold
October: an integrated season
Beauty’s last breath
As the purgatory of November
descends too soon
5 thoughts on “Autumns’ Awning”
Such a beautiful poem. I enjoyed reading it.
Thank you! I had some bedtime inspiration after a beautiful afternoon outdoors!
It is getting more beautiful each day. Then the raking starts!