Late October

Sunshine drips from mottled yellows and reds,
their dying lights evening, reflects sunset,
catches a hint of purple, left over
greens of summer. Scattered across the drive
sidewalk blanketed, they crunch under foot,
play my personal sound track, with neither
symphony nor rock band, just late robins
wondering where everyone else has gone.

Pink skies brighten to azure without clouds
darken to violet as cold settles in.
It’s the season to harvest ripened fruit
and prepare for winter’s chilly long nights.

I delay the rake, set aside bagging
and delight in the disarray of fall.

~

Siobhan
10/28/14

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