AUTUMN MIST
 

Nature heaves a reflective sigh--
Heaven's above as an azure sky.
Relax, recline against Summer past.
Prepare yourself for Winter's blast!

The wood yard's stacked, the larder stocked;
Tomorrow's yours, but the past's been hocked.
The time is now to harvest one's thoughts-- 
What's not stored now, ripens and rots.

Preserve a quart of virgin frost, 
The novelty of this is quickly lost!
Record the honks of airborne V's;
On life's canvas splash Autumn leaves.

Mist rising through Fall's crisp air 
Is how Summer escapes from Water's lair.
Thoughts of Fall jaunts afield, a-stream 
Fuel my escape in mists of dream. 

By S Kenosha

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