The sugar maples caught fire this week
Spewing leafy flame about the yard
Burning bushes are lit
Searing fence lines and fields
Crisper air has bit my nose
And colder winds through the forest blow
Evergreens are standing stiffer
Shivering silently in the new winter breeze
Birds tweet and soar
Searching now for winter homes
Children run, house-to-house
Seeking tricks or treats
Pixies, witches, monsters and heroes
Flit, fly, hobble and sprint
Bright shining sun
Warms less than just a week ago
But feels good upon my naked face
Eyes closed and full of hopeful thoughts
Setting sun brings winter’s chill
Soon an hour earlier we will run
Wood cutting and bundling up are near
For fall and winter’s promise are here