I think about fall
A beautiful season
Colors distinct to every tree
fills the eyes with almost more
than they can bear
The Tamaracks are especially beautiful
going from evergreen to light yellow,
yellow, dark yellow, golden and brown
before dropping their needles to the ground
Folks think of Vermont and the
falling leaves of the Sycamore
Football hopes are still there for some
Others have a “wait until next year” attitude
We see happiness and letdown
when we take the time to see
Chores that have been waiting
come to mind again halfway through
this lovely autumn
Halloween is over and a chill runs through us
Where has all the time gone and what have I done with it
It is still early November and what I hope is moonlight
turns out to be the first snow of this year
not counting of course January, February, March and April
There are those beautiful leaves and needles to clear
Painting will have to wait until the next whenever
Mowing and trimming, how foolish we are
What would we give for more time?
Snowbirds have gone, Thanksgiving is near and
we miss them, are saddened and feel isolated
Soon, heavy coats and boots will be the fashion
We will fall into a rhythm we can bear and
sunshine will be a sort of savior
Lifted up by a new beauty we begin a new march
Songbirds, forgotten, replaced soon by the music of Christmas
We will be moved with compassion to help those on the bottom
Beauty found in places we have forgotten
All is not lost, there is little distance between these emotions
Stanski
November 14, 2021 ^
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