A Piece of Autumn

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


©2019 Lenny Wells

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