just a run-of-the-mill Oklahoma Autumn day

the wind tastes of Autumn
bright yellow Hickory
and a spatter of orange Maple
framed in fuschia  Sumac

the first flight
of new butterflies
as they search for nectar
and shelter for eggs

the desperate hunting
of squirrels for acorns,
the swelling of the river
from rain somewhere upstream

I have witnessed
the majesty of mountains,
swam in the ocean,
walked the Great Plains

nothing I have seen
can even come close
to the beauty of home
this time of year

Reviews

[Emily B]

The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry's cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.

The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I'll put a trinket on.

oh, but, i am old-fashioned . . . love the colors on the trees this time of year

[Corset]

you make it sound incredibly beautiful anything except run of the mill...excellent , I love this write! I also love Emily's review, two poems for the reading price of one, what a wonderful world!

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~ ah...bliss... vivid and beautiful beyond measure, monsieur... magical poetry...