The most beautiful autumn forest in the world, by Sanghyan Jeong
Autumn’s Peak
by Paulette Demers Turco
Each day feels shorter than the last.
The noon day sun floats lower.
Fallen leaves have now amassed.
I miss the summer rower.
He left our lakeside cabin life,
these woods, to teach young scouts
to safely whittle with a knife,
pop a tent, calm doubts
of mastering the great outdoors.
When he comes back tonight,
He’ll launch his skiff and work his oars–
to share an autumn rite
soon to frame this mountain lake–
at sunset when thinned leaves
illuminate. I’ll feel his wake
as crimson, golden thieves
belie the myth of constancy–
my view beneath a tree,
before each maple leaf floats free,
baring the filigree.
We’ll mark the night with well-chilled beer
and fresh trout from the lake,
celebrate another year,
knowing he leaves at daybreak.
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