As summer’s heat begins to wane, the long days give way to colder, longer nights, setting the stage for the year’s grand finale, autumn. It is now that the season’s pas de quatre reaches its crescendo. Like the fireworks on the Fourth of July, nature sends colors of every shade reaching into the air.
The cool, quiet hues of green gradually change to a palette of brilliance. Bright red berries decorate the branches on some of the trees, exclamation marks remaining though the winter months.
Leaves swirl in rainbows of color as they are caught in ground thermals, coming to rest in scattered piles, just waiting for kicking and tossing by the children.
The trees of autumn have given their final salute to the seasons of the year before again shedding their finery. A light breeze whispers a lullaby as they begin their winter’s sleep, the lingering fragrance of the leaves a toast to both the past, and the seasons to come.
More poems by Joan Moos can be found in her book, “To Soar: Life is an Attitude”, available in most on-line bookstores.