GOLDEN AGE OF AUTUMN
Watercolor clouds
Brush painted on an
Indian summer sky
Blue of cornflower
Crunch of leaves
Red and yellow littered
Scattered green
And crumbled brown
On my lawn
Calico cat rustles
Under the fence
Stares back at
Orange and wicked pumpkin
Sniffs mincemeat air
In disdain
Alaska watches
Peeking ‘round the corner
Sighing
Pure uncertain breath
Cold murmur against
The golden age of autumn
©2007 Charis Barks
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