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Topic: Autumn/Fall (08/27/09)
- TITLE: O Earth thy Glory, O Soil thy Bounty
By Loren T. Lowery
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Orion, his belt encrusted with glowing diamonds, stands guard in silent watch her regal approach. Venus, herald of autumn, portends earth’s fate and autumn rises in royal splendor of golden light and ermine air.
Summer, in heated gasps lifts its burning brow to welcome the healing touch of her cooling winds and is soon soothed to slumber under billowed and scented clouds of heather and lavender.
Towering trees, eager for notice, wave crimson and golden leaves from their boughs and hail to autumn’s walk in soft whispering flames of splendor.
Lakes and ponds blush in gray somber hues to autumn’s coming. Her fathomed soul heaves in deep urgency and elation swells across her bosom in rolling white capped waves.
Earth; gladden by her ubiquity, offers autumn her bounty. Green arms outstretched proffering the fruit of her labor.
Orchards, laden with ruby apples and blushing golden pears wait in autumn’s haze their bejeweled trees bent with delightful abundance. And jaybirds jabber in frenzied joy of the profusion of plums and hazelnuts.
Fields of corn weave white silken threads upon their crest; and adorn the ground with bright round pumpkins succulent with color. Orange shadows to green corn on blackened soil – gourds full of summer rains certain to quench autumn’s regal thirst.
Vines of berry glint the air with their shimmering crop, jeweled treasures hidden within thorny brambles and green satin leaves; their yields intoxicating bees into an autumn aria of buzzing vibrant mirth.
Peas and beans hang demure in color, and rely upon the yellow blossoms of the squash and cherry of the red tomatoes to catch the eye of autumn as she passes; waiting and wanting nothing more but the gentle assurance felt in her decreed winds.
Winged creatures flit the sky, strumming harmonic chords upon the air; pelted animals strum the ground in harmony eager to show autumn their readiness to burrow in deference to her biding. All creatures, large and small, harkening her steps in delightful accord.
Chaste of the moon, Venus, disturbingly quiet sparkles in the dark, predawn sky. The air is redolent with harvest, a moment gladdened with promise yet tinted with pause.
Immutably a man raises his arm, scythe in hand - and autumn smiles.
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