Thou some may see demise,
I see a nurturing giver of life.
The abundance of harvest,
Summertime's efforts in fruition.
What would be the point otherwise,
Of heat and sweat and labor?
A wild cacophony of rejoicing!
The leaves exploding with color
And dancing on every breeze!
Deer and turkey abound
Unwittingly advertising sustenance.
The coming winter moon
Flirting through baring branches.
Soon stars will shine
Unmatched in seasonal radiance.
The darker the neighborhood
The brighter the signs in the heavens.
Indoors, the quest begins
For cozy blankets and mittens.
The ice cream stands
Make way for pumpkin patch yields.
Cardinals appear
Beckoned by the roses hips.
Already, in the barn
There are expectations.
Preparations for milk,
As the flowers, the honey.
Springtime,
Regal Autumn's lady in waiting.
Rest for a season.
The reason of woodpiles.
Smokey homes prepared
With libraries and pie.
The announcements of crickets
Gives way to silence.
Now we can think....
The heart of Autumn is warm,
Evidenced by the chill of the hands.
