Another View on Autumn

Autumn is brazen...
Full bodied
Wine red
Ferengi gold.
Autumn comes blazing
with fiery fronds
of Euonymus alatus
and yellow redbud hearts.

Chilling rains are brief
but thorough.
Winds rise high
and toss the leaf

of Sycamore that clatter
thin as crespelles
and tells
us clearly that we may gather

these and others for a Fall bonfire:
a fun fare of pumpkins
cinnamon, cider, and spice
while

chipmunks still grazing
on bright orange crabapples
and squirrels on acorns
(and my late tomatoes).

Ah, the brazenness of the raising
hell trees that do not heed
our inconsequential need
to celebrate Fall,
politely, quietly,
before the cold.


This one is from my mother, last year. Any wonder I like to write? Any mistakes are mine, the insprition is from her. Mom- I love you!