Autumn Thoughts

 

Autumn in Normandy is a gorgeous season. Though this photograph (culled from a photo competition in The Republican) is of Autumn in Vermont, the view could just as easily be somewhere near here in a week or two.  

This farm in South Woodstock, Vt., is bathed in the colors of fall and serves as the perfect symbol of New England autumn to launch The Republican and MassLive.com’s second annual Fall Photo Contest. The picture was taken by Norman Halpern, of Holyoke.   http://www.masslive.com/news/index.ssf/2008/11/photo_contest_presents_joy_of.html  

In common with just about everyone in the Northern hemisphere, I have been having clichéd September thoughts, which – as usual – emerge as lines of poetry. 

Some random autumnal thoughts  

Summer came late
and leaves us early
as though afraid to pamper
in advance of climate change 

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 Winter hovers in the wings
and autumn threatens nightly.
Heavy dew and evening chill
belong much later, rightly. 

 * 

 Purple sky shades to ultramarine
small miracles of light bathe fields in gold
to match the leaves of autumn trees.

The view  is changing  by the minute:
far horizons now obscured
as rain sweeps by in curtains.

Lighter now
but gold is gone
surfaces gleam
with moisture. 

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If you don’t like the weather,
wait ten minutes.