This Time of Year

Autumn Days

These are the days of gold and blue

Of yellow, orange, and scarlet too.

Of chilly nights and clear, crisp days.

Of morning shrouded gray with haze.

Of chattering birds that congregate

On field and fence and garden gate.

Of pumpkins laying abandoned, lost

Since vines have felt the first, hard frost.

Of roses brightest of the year.

And rows of cornstalks, brown and sear.

Of rosy apples, juicy and sweet.

Of leaves that rustle at our feet.

Of low hung ribbons of smoke that glides

From burning leaves at eventide.

Of cold, gray mist that meets the dawn

That turns to rain before it's gone.

These are the days and all too few.

These autumn days of gold and blue.

Geraldine Kilgore Copyright 2009

And of course, we hope and pray for dry weather so the farmers will be able to harvest this crop!


J.R.