Autumn flings its cloak across the field,
cornstalks preen in diamond glaze,
robust pumpkins, symbol
of the season’s bounty, anticipate
Overhead, a whirl of starlings
curtains the sky with cacophony
and opalescent wings. The blue asters,
blooming diligently, take little notice
but the roses give it all away.
The pendulum has swung;
last vestiges of summer turn shy
beneath their frosty façade.
Flaming leaves fly
as autumn holds its thrall.
So soon, wintry days
will claim the stage. Snowflakes
will waken the child in us again
as windows capture our breath
of awe, but for now,
Autumn flings its cloak across the field.