Let your sun corral the accumulating clouds;
Low to the sky, capturing the coolness,
Like a tease of rain.
The harvest to the barn;
Your bounty fills the belly, Thanksgiving fare;
Like the pumpkins bursting from stem.
To the beauty, as it gleams through the groves;
Glancing to ochre, crimson, and gold;
Like a gallery of Van Gogh’s.
With familiar family flocks
To feather or forfeit time
Like those always heading home.
In the wind lay such frolic
Of murmured whispers beyond the forest,
Like a secret hushed no more.
As the rhapsody of night returns;
Overseeing the charge of darkness
Like a sentry alert on command.
Across the new mown fields
Whirling your strength, weakening the leaf
Like a last lover’s goodbye, they hold on till no more.
Do not present yourself too soon.
Leave autumn playing and prancing
Like a child's praises and prayers on a Sunday afternoon.
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