Now, It's Autumn
by Vaughn Neeld

Now that summer’s gone,
I search beneath the autumn trees
for purple asters and chanterelles
to gather before the coming freeze.

I stow away my shorts and sandals,
now that summer’s gone,
search in drawers and closets
for warmer clothes to put on.

It's time to air the blankets
and stack them within reach–
now that summer’s gone–
ready for a snuggle on a cold autumn eve.

I need to clean the fireplace, stack a pile of wood,
for in the darkling evening nothing feels as good
as a warming, glowing fire,
now that summer’s gone.



 

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