Engraved in memory this autumn day
Are shaggy barnyard igloos built of hay,
A flash of scarlet on a wild bird's coat,
A spray of song flung from its tiny throat.
Wrinkled persimmons, ripening, abound
While chinquapins and chestnuts pelt the ground.
In gardens, marigolds and asters keep
Sun-bathing quietly before they sleep.
Diminuendo of the insect choir
Reveals the message it will soon retire.
Jack Frost, on tip-toe, waits with lightest fuse
To set the woods afire in flaming hues.
His touch ignites a drooping vine or tree
As summer takes its leave reluctantly.
But birds, in serial flight, have gone to sing
Where buds uncurl in vernal blossoming,
And aspen leaves afloat on drowsy streams
Are golden boats that bear the summer's dreams...
The happy dreams that memory will keep
While summer is enwrapped in restful sleep.
~ Blythe Gwyn Sears
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