The geese in tight formation fly
And lift up higher in the sky
Announcing with their honks to all,
‘Good-bye, good-bye, it’s time for fall.’
The sun slips slowly day by day
From north to south along its way
Descending from its summer height
To cool the day and lengthen night.
The red and gold and orange grown
Upon the trees like tartans sewn
And spread across the hillside near
Will blanket earth with autumn cheer.
The garden beds are made and neat,
Another harvest picked to eat,
The pantry’s filled, the crops are canned,
And recipes for autumn planned.
The firewood is cut and stacked,
The hearth lit up, and firebox packed,
A cup of apple cider poured,
And apples in the cellar stored.
The eve comes soon, we sit and rock,
Our rest is early on the clock,
And so it seems the season knows
That all is called to where it goes.
Rich Tassinari 9/24/14