Bird migrations, angled rays
of sunshine, marking shorter days;
rouging apples, dewy grass
soon to frost like crystalled glass;
From bumblebees a busy hum
‘round aster and chrysanthemum;
woodpile stacked, a heaping hill;
windows closed against the chill;
Burrowed turtles, misting waters,
rounded prows of pregnant daughters.
A Fall replete with tidal surge;
a great retreat, a great emerge.
My 60th year in 60,000 words
Day 22: 59 words, TOTAL = 3262; 56,738 remaining
Robin Clifford Wood is a writer and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband and dogs, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her grown children and their multi-species families.