Mom’s Musings

Early morning fog cloaks the pastures

Until the sun burns through to azure skies.

Playful breezes tremble vine maple leaves

Orange-hued, edged with brown, amidst the green.

 

Scents of decaying leaves and caterpillars

Mingle with the fragrance of blackberries;

First frosts sweeten the apples on the trees.

A late harvest: hazelnuts, pumpkins and corn.

 

Quiet swallows flee, displaced by raucous jays

Shouting their cheery welcome to brisk autumn.

The moon is of changed countenance also,

Benevolent in its big-faced gaze.

 

These cooler days lead to woodstove evenings,

Punctuated by apple crisp and games.

 

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