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autumn waning



My laptop sits on a makeshift desk. It's situated in an east facing window. From my window I see the neighborhood where I live, and an intense ruddy maple tree. At the base of the tree is a dry creek bed  we created this summer. It's now full of the red leaves, recently blown from branches. 


Allowing my gaze to go beyond the maple, a tall pine stands and the pale medallions of the aspen glint in the afternoon light. The colors and splendor of the dying and drying leaves affects me every year. I wish I could capture the enticing beauty with photos and words worthy of the display.


Copperhead Road plays in the background. The name kind of goes with this piece; a nice strong beat vibrating, much like my heart when autumn arrives.



autumn sun rises slowly, 
splintering the horizon into blushing skies that appear to the strain of birdsong


wild geese honk their lonesome ballad, 
taking flight in early morning mist falling gently on grassy fields


thick dew lays over the breaking dawn, 
illuminating intricately spun webs, delicate and lace-like


jack frost bit vines, now brown and wilting,
unearthing hidden Cinderella pumpkins creamy, streaked with sunset


a wisp of aspen leaves wander in the breeze, 
joining smoldering piles of burnt umber oak and maple, casting caramelized-pungent aromas


ruddy acorns stewn by wind and squirrels crumble with each footstep


taking in happiness of waning abundance, 
oh autumn you charm with a polychromatic stopover


Earlier today, I scrunched through leaves, scuffing my feet like a child. I plan to do it again on my evening walk. Another jug of spiced cider is in the refrigerator, and a pumpkin sits by the door. I'm savoring every minute aspect of autumn.


Happy waning season, my friends -

Missy



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