On the September Road


The leaves  tinged with orange-gold.

Just around the edges curling,

the middle holds on to its summer frock a little while longer.

I drive down the road, ruler straight,

With only a pasture or two breaking up the tree lines.

Autumn poised at the door, finger touching the bell,

Ready to announce her arrival.

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