SIGNS OF THE SEASONS

SIGNS OF THE SEASONS

Ah, signs of the seasons
are evident
in our gardens.

Cornflowers
are turning brownish black,
about to drop their seeds
for next Spring’s Surprise.

Dahlias, glorious and dazzling,
are also burning and gnarling
in their hallowed impermanence.
Acorn squash,
falling off their umbilical cords,
are ready for the feast table.

Concrete leafy evidence of
Fall’s inevitable surrender
sprinkles our lawn.

Am I ready
to salute our voluptuous harvest
and welcome another Cold Hug?

Hal Edwards, Wauconda, September 10, 2015

AUTUMN’S PROMISE

AUTUMN’S PROMISE

When autumn
happens
I’m lost in its

glorious transition, 

and I find
something
of my waiting self,
meandering hither and yon,
camera in hand,
gazing back at me

through nature’s

magical forest

in
our nearby
nature preserve.

The same
memorable and specific
trees,
so brilliant and
majestic
last week,
have now
passed
their prime.

Others,
green at that time,
now burst
into
voluptuous splendor
in preparation
for their
annual
surrender.

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