AUTUMN MOON
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
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I love this poem, Joy. Autumn is my favorite season and when I feel most alive. Odd, isn’t it, that I feel most alive when summer is dying all around me?
I’ll be odd with you, Will. My walk before the sun was up was so invigorating, thought still humid. October is coming!
We seem to be in an early Autumn here in Southern Maryland; 60’s in the morning to low 80s in the afternoon, and low humidity! Normally, we’re baking!
Your poem captures this time of year perfectly. With the passing of one season, we’re given the chance of a new beginning with the next.
Grumbling buses is so perfect! Fall is my favorite season.
Oh, mine too! Thank you, Eilene.
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!