
crisp golden aspens
burst full with autumn’s glory
along Old Lyme Creek
Peace, people!
Written in response to the Daily Post’s daily prompt: Turn, Turn, Turn. Which season do you look forward to most?
Serve me a large mug of Autumn:
Oranges, golds, yellows, and
Browns
Fires on crisp October
Evenings.
Sweaters, hoodies, woolen
Socks
Broken-in blue jeans and a
Soft blue barn coat–
Flannel lined.
High school football,
After game party
Hay rack rides
S’mores cooked to perfection.
Delicious chill in the air
Tailor-made for cuddling.
Trick-or-treating and
Jack-o’lanterns
Hot apple ciders and chocolate
With marshmallows.
Fill my mug again.
Seasons change
Clothes lighten up
Blacks and browns
Turn coral and lemon
Toes peek out of shoes
Nails painted prettily
Legs smoothed
Exfoliated.
When the task can no
Longer be ignored a
Shift is made from
Old to new handbag.
Grimly the former is
Held upside down,
Its contents laid bare
Upon a quilt:
Six quarters, two nickles,
One dime, and many
Pennies.
Individually wrapped
Toothpicks and breath mints,
A bottle of Advil and a
Tube of hand cream.
Keys on a jingly ring and two
Tubes of lip balm.
Plus a wad of paper receipts.
Into the new bag go the
Necessary items. But at
One time, everything felt
Necessary.