Sep 25 2008
Early Autumn
Just a poem for today.
Early Autumn
by Therese Haberman
Soft cool breezes tease the trees
As shiny crows dart by
Gathering strength in numbers
for their daily town meeting.
Oh, so green with barely a
Tickle of yellow, red or gold.
Crisp apples beg to be plucked
Before falling forgotten to the welcoming grasses.
Hint of hickory smoke
Drifts through the air
Riding on the billowing coattails
Of long-shadowed afternoon sun.
Fuschia flower fades fast
With no hummingbirds left behind
To taste the silky-sweet nectar.
Still-green grass pokes and sputters in spots
As leaf trails mark stray paths
Hoping against time for one last mow.
Black lab steps slowly on stiff legs.
Ten long years of guarding her wooded domain,
A puppy still stirs deep in her heart.
She feels winter’s cruel edge drift ever closer,
Where she will wait by the warm fire
Dreaming sweet episodes
Of glory-flecked hours left behind
On this early autumn day.
Wow. This is so nice. It really brightened my day. I love the inclusion of the dog at the end.