Blue of Autumn

a poem of nature in autumn

chicory, image © 2019 the author

The chicory is newly washed with rain,
All blue and smiling. Gone is summer’s stain
Of dust and somber afternoons of heat,
When tires raise small whirlwinds from the street
To blow in clouds of white. They now have passed
To leave fresh faces in the drifted grass.
Now is the blue of sudden autumn skies,
The blooms that quiver, blow with quick surprise
Beneath the clouds that shade them…

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