SIGHTS AND SOUNDS OF AUTUMN
By Joan Rowden Hart, Oct. 17, 2016
The hickory tree stands tall in the yard
Dispensing nuts as the wind picks up
A change in the weather so abrupt
These are the sights and sounds of autumn
The first tryma just rolled down the length of the roof
But they’ve been littering the roads for days
They crack under the wheels
Causing car brakes to squeal
The sights and the sounds of autumn.
A chill in the breeze says it won’t be long now
Old winter will be here too soon
But there are still pleasant days
For the sun’s warming rays
And the sights and the sounds of autumn
Leaves drifting on the wings of the wind as they play
A kaleidoscope of nature’s own making
Rusty mauve, glittery gold
Red and orange bright and bold
These are the sights and sounds of autumn.
Smoke rising in the air from bonfires here and there
Hotdogs impaled on sticks, embers glowing
Crisp and crunch as you bite
In the evenings waning light
More sights and sounds of autumn.
Children playing in piles of raked leaves
Apples frying in pans of hot butter
Football fans scream and cheer
Hunters gear up to shoot deer
These are the sights and sounds of autumn.
© Joan Rowden Hart 2016
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