Autumn Continues Where Summer Left Off
Sunday sonnet
Each leaf that falls leaves room for more sunbeams
to shine more light on those with patient hearts.
The strength of autumn sunlight’s more it seems
than what is just the sum of all its parts.
Rugosa rose throws less scent for the bees
then back when sun-scorched earth gave off more heat.
When warm ripe fruit fell softly from the trees.
Magenta glow is now the tasty treat.
Its color power’s brighter than before.
Year’s last shot at some brilliance. Soon the freeze.
Cheep, cheeping chickadees are at the door.
Woodpeckers knock. It opens wide with ease.
Transfixed with Autumn’s capture of the scene.
So, Summer left us plenty. It does seem.

