Autumn’s Eastern Shore

A sepia daguerreotype;
the flat fields, the stubble left over
from October’s second cutting,
the shocks of corn
like rows of teepees ,

Some see a morning monotone
but my eye
sees a thousand shades and hues,
a palette unmatched
by any mortal hand,

O beautiful bronze of autumn
when you are gone
the year is all but done;
in spring the clover
will bloom again.

The crocus and the daffodil
will decorate new green
but my soul still finds its solace
on the Eastern Shore
in autumn.

3 thoughts on “Autumn’s Eastern Shore

  1. Thanks for this reminder to take a second look when all I’m tempted to see are shades of brown. There’s glory here, too. Loved your line “palette unmatched by any mortal hand.” Oh, for eyes to see!

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