Autumn

August 2, 2009 lifelesson101

The afternoon of summer
Fades to dusky eve of fall,
Where no bird makes a noise,
Not one lone robin calls.
Raspberry-pumpkin colored leaves,
Come twirling to the ground,
Then are shoved into a lonely wind,
To spin around and around.
Early morning frosts,
Ice black roofs over our heads,
With a late sunrise to melt them,
Long after we are out of bed.
The yellow school bus rumbles,
Down the long forsaken street,
Its yellow cat’s eyes prowling
For grumbling kids to eat.
The sweet scents of the spring
And summer are now gone,
And as winter has yet to arrive,
The fall is coming on.

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