THE WINTER SIDE OF FALL

 

Evening light is best this time of year

Glow of yellow leaves on trees

Glow of light inside homes

And glow of the sun’s low angle

Burn together

In a golden hour

 

Evening moves on

Sky orange air

Drains into the horizon

Air now more cold than cool

Carries the wood fire smell

Known to the most ancient of ancestors

 

Elements of instinct

Recognized as a kid

When you look up from down the street

More night than day

Moved by dying cold air colors

Time to find your way home

 

Reviews

[W R Stowe]

lovely description of a Midwest autumn

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we always talk about the autumn of our lives as referring to us going into our sunset.
i think people are most colorful when we know we are about to lose them.
and they are finding their way home.
beautiful piece, rutherford.
it always appears to me that the words come easily to you...your poems have such a comfortable flow.

jacob