Autumn Moon (poem)


Flooded with moonlight
and treefrogs
of late summer
dew-spangled webs
of orb weavers
first school days in the air
the grumble of golden buses
a throbbing cadence of
early marching band
autumn nudging 
as daylight shrinks
its progress measured
by that moon


  1. Love this poem. Autumn is tied with Winter for my favorite season, and this poem touches on several sights and sounds which indicate we’re getting closer to those seasons a little more each day.

    • I’m aware of it every morning as I try not to walk when it’s “too dark” (my husband’s preference). Winter, huh? I’ve got a poem about the glories of January as well!

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