A Great Anticipation

A page turns;
the duration of daylight
becomes noticeably shorter
and the temperature drops.

Equinox or calendar,
the cause little matters.
Blood quickens,
geese flock.

Apples take on a sweeter crisp;
a tang of frost gilds the hills.
Gathering is done;
the river runs swiftly.

Pumpkins grow round
on the vine. Soon they will move
to the stoop, wearing grins
or grimaces.

God is in His heaven,
Mom’s in her kitchen.
The air is rich
with a promise of pies.

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