It's autumn,
and I am walking
down a country road
on a gentle day,
the sky a clear,
cerulean jewel.
With the trees in shades
of garnet, peridot, amber,
and a shining 24 carat gold
competing for my favor,
the day is a precious gem
too rarefied to waste.
There's a sweet,
crisp breeze slipping
in from the north
shushing the crickets,
kissing the tip
of my nose and
rosying my cheeks.
Giddy grasshoppers
spring from the warmth
of the pavement
avoiding my tread,
but communing
with me in my
journey of joy.
All along the lane
a row of poplars
are vying for attention,
waving yellow limbs
enthusiastically
like pageant queens
on a Thanksgiving Day
parade float.
And white commas
of clouds punctuate
the heavens, describing
their glee and mine
all the way to the
far horizon.
Oh, how I wish that
moments such as these
would never cease,
as I tuck this autumn
afternoon deep into
my treasure trove of
lovely memories…