Autumn’s Arrival
Through the frosted windows of my kitchen
I observe the change in seasons
The giant oaks deliver their seeds
for anxious squirrels to harvest
Ice crystals cling to the porch
door every morning like burdocks after a summer walk
Friday night you can hear the echos
of the football game pierce the valley air
Down the road the cider mill seeps
the smell of fresh fritters into the morning fog
The mountain air crispens like a dried pine
needle in the light of shortened days
Soon the first snows will blanket the earth
and cling like a newborn, suckling from its mother
I always wonder why the geese
never stay to see such a beautiful sight
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It sownds like Heven!
Comment by WCA Warrior 01.31.07 @ 8:06 amReturn to www.theearthwalker.com
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Sounds like home ~ another good one!
Comment by Mom 01.31.07 @ 7:28 am