Photos by T. Raceine York
AUTUMN
©T. Raceine Hobbs-York
Outside
the air is cool and brisk.
The
breeze is cheeky, refreshingly crisp.
The
leaves are turning maroon and gold
as
Autumn starts to slowly unfold.
Baby
animals born in the Spring
leave
their mothers to do their own thing.
Leaves
on the trees that reached to the sky
float
to the ground with a whispery sigh.
Birds
that flew north to birth their young
begin
to fly south, summer is done.
Animals
scurry to build winter homes
before
fierce winter winds begin to moan.
On
the tail-end of summers’ heat blast
the
first cold day rushes too fast.
The
sun is blotted by dreary clouds
cloaking
the earth like a mourners shroud.
Longing
for warm summer winds to blow
it’s
time to prepare for the first snow.
But
clothed in her bright colors again
Autumn
is cherished like an old friend.
We
look at her with awe from our youth.
Aging
is beautiful. She is our proof.
We
look at her from the prime of life.
She
shows calm grace among man’s strife.
We
look at her from the wicker chair.
She
is quiet dignity, without despair.
In
the prime of her life we see her glory.
In
our eyes, she is a beautiful story.
Autumn
in all of her beauty and splendor
is
a treasured friend, we will always remember.
Photos by T. Raceine York
Until next time, my Friends, follow your dreams.
