Prelude to Fall
by Candace Armstrong

The freshness of spring returns,
cool in shadowy morning
with a slightly musty air
after a rain.

Slowly green releases its hold
upon the forest wall of color.
Swatches of gold are first
to peek through.

Light arrives a bit later
and departs earlier,
stealthy and silent,
cloaked in a breathless hurry.

Geese squawk overhead
in their loud, insistent formation.
Deer gorge on the drying leaves
of hosta in my yard.

 

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