A piece of autumn landed in my lap today
I was sitting on the tractor seat
In the wide-open air
When it came, mottled red and gold
Fluttering in the wind
The sun’s energy
Become life
In spare memory
Of all that grew green and gracious
For one sweet season
Amid cicadas screeching in the heat
The plaintive song of towhees in the brush
It fell, heeding the call of short days
Full of dry air projecting the earth in hi-def
Against a screen of the deepest blue
Before the long, grey days come calling
11-18-15
©2019 Lenny Wells
Thoughts From The Orchard 