Augury
by Bob Moore

This season has been blessed with days–
with leaves that hold their colors more than most:
the greens, the yellow greens, the faded limes,
the ambers, deep reds of a vine that climbs

around a garden post, the golden browns
that bear the harsh winds off the coast.
This summer’s warmth remains, is somehow
nudging the foliage forward toward

a winter where it’s still unclear its leaves
will stay, or fall and take the place of snow.
The whispered breaths of Autumn air
of coming variations, share

with creatures living on the verge
what this year’s leaves already know.



 

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