Autumn leaves; this photo is one I took a year ago at the peak of Autumn.
Farewell sweet summer nights
when a cricket’s chorus
sings to dark, cool skies,
and lulls my slumbering eyes.
When through my window, a breeze
turns to early dew,
and blooms shiver in the morn,
and the rising sun
brings a cold brisk autumn chill.
With the change of season comes
colorful array
of trees that shed their bright coats
now red, amber, gold,
and the harvest’s bounty grown
in abundance on the ground
gathered up and sold
to town markets all around,
with baskets full of
ripe cornucopia found.
Farewell to sweet summer’s end.
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Joyce E. Johnson (2014)
Reflections 