Rufescent amber and gold flamboyantly glows
Against an ashen sky and black trunks wet
As harvest pays the labourers debt
And natures signaling chilled wind blows
Clinging leaves turning from envious green to variegated shades
Only to let go, fall; delightfully unto a carpeted patchwork
Where tomorrow’s dreams will slumbering wait and lurk
Luring a poet’s heart to travel late the forested cascades
Hearing the whispered challenge setting an imagination ablaze
What could even compare to the visual assault of this trip
Leading your soul into a playful venture
Along the path through crunching maze
A heartbeat keeping time with a raindrop’s drip
Within a season to pack a lifetimes adventure.
About the Creator
Susan Loblaw
Poetess...Wordsmith...Writer
I live in Bay Tree Alberta, which I don't think is even classified as a village. Just a gas station with a post office. For the moment, this is where I live, until I can go home again.
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