September sixteen,

Hooded jacket style preferred…

Flowers cowering.

First frost expected,

Football games in full scrimmage…

Mascots wear warm socks.

Branches dried too soon,

Taste of autumn in summer…

Golden not all good.

Turkeys gather fat,

Acorns litter many fields…

Squirrel-kind’s field day!

Ground mist oozes past,

Darker sooner than later…

Headlights grow auras.

Woodsmoke drifting in,

Smell the reapers bringing in…

Taste is bountiful.


–Jonathan Caswell


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