The trees knew before the sun
Brittle brown leaves littering the persistent green grass that
Still required watering, respite from the heat
Acorns, plentiful from summer rain
Playing the random
Staccato beat on the roof and gutter
Cracking with a loud burst underfoot
The brown dust of
Pulverized leaves and nuts leaving
Tan smears on the hot, black pavement
The sun relented, a week late
(A mortal woman would have been concerned)
With a pre-dawn chill, and then
Cool breezes in the night air
The equinox finally acknowledged
By the moon and stars
Whispering what the sun refuses to concede.
Yes, my writing "brews" at those solitary moments when there are absolutely no distractions! Your poem has welcomed autumn in such a beautiful fashion. I can see it and I can feel it.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Amy! Now if only those nighttime temps would stay through the daytime...
DeleteWhat a lovely, finely observed poem! Love that first stanza, it captures the Fall many of us are noticing - brittle, and drought dry.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely, finely observed poem! Love that first stanza, it captures the Fall many of us are noticing - brittle, and drought dry.
ReplyDeleteI guess we are on the same page, but you wrote a more beautiful slice, a lovely poem about these changes. I am so happy that it's going to be cooler. And yes, aside from the sun's not relenting, the leaves are turning!
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