A Fall Thing - Poem by Thad Geer
Yellow, orange and red, imbue the waiting leaves
for winters march to come.
Cool tinged nights brisk and sharp,
My breath to see once again.
Foragers in the woods
Scurry through leaves
Revealing naked trees branching to heaven.
in Indian summer pastels,
vibrate rays of light through
a rainfall of colors.
Cheeks reddened before
the days of snow wait
to skate frozen lakes in midnight moon pearl.
Footsteps clattering across wooden bridges
joyful in the change of season.
school bells ring again for
the wanderers of summer.
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