The Warm Heart of Autumn

Oh, Autumn, I love you...

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.