Autumn’s First
August 19th, 2008 at 3:04 am by Mike (The Everyday)
Nothing brings in an autumn like the breeze
That sways the maples into shedding keys.
Summer is done before one wing is down.
It only needs a murmur in the crown
Of some or other sycamore nearby
And what I have of instinct takes my eye
Up to the highest green shot through with cloud
Where rooks unnumbered caw their minds aloud
And sure enough there is a sort of snow—
A taste of things to come for those below.