Farewell O' Autumn
We know not why our heart sinks,
when the crimson leaves begin to fall,
or when the fox squirrel scampers and
chatters its last call.
The slight chill in the Autumn air reminds
us that our colorful friend is passing once again.
The aroma of the golden leaves, smoldering,
and burning in the cool Autumn wind, silently
tells us that our dear friend Autumn is coming
to its colorful end.
As the giant yellow harvest moon rises out of the
Eastern sky…the allusive coyote bays its lonely
The white tailed deer and her young fawn nervously
bed down for the cool Autumn eve on a blanket of
The wise old owl hoots its warning; "Winter is
coming…Winter is coming!"
A chilled wind begins to blow across the forest
floor, as tiny white snow flakes began to fall.
The silence of winter has made its first chilling call.
Farewell O' Autumn, my favorite seasonal friend!
I shall anticipate your colorful return once again.
Jackie R. Kays
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