FOR AUTUMN

While I acknowledge the beauty in each season and can easily be awed by whatever the weather may hold, my heart beats faster for autumn. With its spectacular fall colors that will soon fade and mute into grayer and grayer landscapes, its beauty remains with me still. October holds such a busy agenda with flourishes of brilliance popping up and disappearing each day, it is difficult to focus. Fall events and celebrations are everywhere on these country roads with happy harvests all around the mountains. Before the deep frost settles in, there are gatherings in the market places, village stores, and farms all displaying and selling their produce, art, crafts, home grown and home made foods. As I travel around this countryside, meeting new people, new landscapes, taking photos, sampling local goodies and writing my next story or poem, I would like to share an excerpt from my book,  

FROM THESE COUNTRY ROADS/A Journal And Selected poems. 

Here is the poem titled: 

MORNING AT ARGYLE LAKE

My eye shifted to the blue canopy

On the house across the lake

Where the trees burned red and gold

In a small corner of the garden

There grew Chrysanthemums

The deepest orange Chrysanthemums

Reflected in the blue lake water

Were geese gliding with no effort at all

And I heard the October air sing

The twinkling sun of autumn’s song

Now sparkled like diamonds

Upon the argyle lake

 MSW