autumn’s hours #Poetry

autumn’s moon shines its subtle change of hue

days growing cooler, pumpkin harvest nears

field squirrels gathering acorns to their dens 

as overhead the wild, gray geese glide south

the earth prepares itself for winter’s freeze

a season’s certitude of soft new snow

blown and drifted into deep piles of white

to form a pleasant playground crystal pure

though now the world is yellow, brown, bright red

clear air, crisp and cool; kissing warm, bare cheeks

steps sound crunching crackles from underfoot 

above, thick branches shed their colored cloaks 

fall’s just begun to share its sense of awe

thus winter will await the last leaf’s laugh

© VishalDutia