Now we are
at the turning moon
as summer slips a soft
retreat
and autumn breathes
a cidery cast
on gardens brilliant
last hurrah
farewell the pinks
and blushing vines
regale us
orange
rust and wine
the birds have feathers
lesser hued
than what this nip of frost
imbued

Sara Mathews     November 2024

Artwork ~ Pamela Tarbell

https://www.pamtarbell.com/