Last breeze of September winds
hints of autumn's arrival.
Warm day and cool nights, splashes
of color from autumns palette;
bright red, mellow yellow,
ginger orange, brassy gold,
and nut brown.
It's a sight to behold, blue skies over waves of
amber grain swaying in the autumn wind,
waiting for harvest to begin.
The lonesome sound of Northern geese
on a moon lit night, winging their way
South, flying high over the house.
Early morning frost is on the pumpkins,
Fall fests with German beer and lot of
laughter everywhere. The smell of fresh
raked leaves burning in the late autumn
Black birds despair as the corn stalks are bear.
The old scarecrow shivers as winter
draws near, snow will soon be here!
Goodbye autumn, my old friend so dear,
God willing, I'll be here waiting
for you next year.
Jackie R. Kays
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