October 14, 2009
Maple trees out back in the yard
with leaves turning golden-brown.
The sun is bright but the air is crisp
I pull my coat up tighter around.
A crow, with strong black wings outstretch
floats to the leafy covered ground.
Trails of smoke rise from the chimneys,
slowly trickling up into the sky.
Cows seem restless wanting me to hurry
for the sun is rising high.
The smell of hickory bacon cooking
fills the air making my taste buds sigh.
Looking across the grassy meadow
I see ducks flying over the pond so low.
My friend stops by to talk about the harvest
and ask if summer went by too slow.
I looked around at all that has happened
turning I smile and whisper no.
Copyright ©2002 Ellis William Moore