Autumn
When the leaves do fall
and the wind blows cold
and the scene that was green
turns to russet and gold
its
Autumn.
When the clouds and the sun
are steeped in
bright gold
and the stories of summer
have long since been told
When the birds sketch a “vee”
in the golden blue skies
When they gather in thousands
to say their
goodbyes.
When the shadows grow long
and the field
of ripe corn
and the scent
of new hay
over the still
air is borne
When the silos are filled
with corn
wheat and grain
and the sun
drenched fields
are at rest once again
When the days that were warm
are silent and
chill
and the brooks
that were busy
now have grown
still.
When the children have
left and we
are alone
and the birds
– all off
to their
spring homes have flown
When the sun dips down behind the darkening hill
When the mists
creep up furtive and chill
Then its Autumn
A time for remembering silent and sad……..
By Hillie Feldman
August 1998
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