October,
with its misty
morns --
wakes one day
to the hunter's horn.
Full splendor of the
Autumn leaves,
red and gold
the day receives.
Foxes scramble
upon the hills,
and southbound
songbirds: their
farewell trill.
Bee and beetle:
their work
is done;
flowers fade
beneath the amber
sun.
All hail the
turning season now --
the farmer's put away
his plow.
Rejoice! The pumpkins
in the fields --amidst
the scarecrows as they kneel.
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC
October,
with its misty
morns --
wakes one day
to the hunter's horn.
Full splendor of the
Autumn leaves,
red and gold
the day receives.
Foxes scramble
upon the hills,
and southbound
songbirds: their
farewell trill.
Bee and beetle:
their work
is done;
flowers fade
beneath the amber
sun.
All hail the
turning season now --
the farmer's put away
his plow.
Rejoice! The pumpkins
in the fields --amidst
the scarecrows as they kneel.