The distinctive call of
Canadian geese sound out
Across the skies with notes
of the coming days of fall
Summoning all that it is
time to gather for flight
As the days grow short -
bringing a colder appall
To the tall Oaks that
stand conceding to the lessening light
Their abundant green of
summer into a mellowing doubt
And their color turns into
aloof ember;
A flaunt face with shades
of yellow and a fleeting ruddy complexion
As the diminishing days
of autumn suggest a growing reflection
Upon a season’s end and that
leaves one - to remember.
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