The soft tans of dying grass,
fluff from seed parachutes,
purple flowers and savaging yellow jackets,
sag and slow in the wet decline
of grey months before winter.
It is the beginning of wool appreciation season,
orange gourds that grimace and wink at
goblins and ghouls, raggedy Ann and Andy,
kittens and superheroes in search of sugar treats
to stuff their larders for winter.
Herb Ratliff, November 7, 2012, All Rights Reserved
This poem evokes such a nice, sentimental feeling of autumn and the coming holidays. I love this time of year.
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