Thursday, October 06, 2022

Harvest

Resplendent colors punctuate
The seasons as they change
Compelling some to hibernate
And some to rearrange.

The sumac has a crimson blush
A hawk seeks careless prey
That’s foraging in such a rush
The talons make it pay

The sky is crystal blue, the air
Is rich with autumn musk
Potential crackles everywhere
Reap well before the dusk.

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