In Autumn

By Joan Conroy, Saco

Against a late October sky
the landscape burns

with leafy gems of amber
ruby red and gold.

On a distant hillside
the quality of light deepens

as we gaze in wonder
at the quiet majesty of trees.

Scarlet maples, quaking aspens and white oaks, their leaves, like fragile aging

painted ladies
shiver softly in the wind.

Now, with uncommon grace
whose time has come,

these dowager queens
of autumn

silently fall
upon the earth, becoming

hushed heaps
of gold and crimson softness.

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