Welcome to my blog, a thoughtful gift my son Lew set up for my 95th birthday.
For this entry I will share my poem about Autumn. I have always enjoyed the changing of the seasons.
Autumn, cloaked in scarlet, russet and bronze,
Is a spendthrift who
Flings gold across the landscape
Steps proudly midst Harvest’s abundance.
Caresses velvety peaches
Plucks bushels of pears, plums and pomegranates
Bites crisp, caramel apples
Tastes tangy hot cider.
Greets goblins at her door
Hands out treats to pint-sized Jack-O-Lanterns
While witches glide across the sky
And cats meow on backyard fence.
Cuddling under woolen blankets
At Football’s festive frolic,
She breathes a sigh of respite
Between Summer’s blazing heat
And Winter’s frozen chill.
Autumn—the season of Harvest,
The season of gratitude.