Ode to Autumn
written by: Arvilla Fee
@vil_fee
I lean back in the tree swing
my face tilted to a jewel-blue sky,
the dappled sun filtering through
a canopy of red and golden leaves.
I’ve become a child again,
delighting in the simple things,
the crisp air against my cheeks,
the muted smell of wood smoke
from collective chimneys.
There’s a rhythm to autumn, the V
of geese, the rumble of machines
bringing in a king’s treasury of corn,
animals nestling down in burrows,
preparing for the cold to come.
I ease into that rhythm,
slow down the pace of summer,
wrap myself in flannel, and make
hot chocolate on the stove.
Arvilla Fee lives in Dayton, Ohio. She has published poetry, photography, and short stories in numerous presses, including Calliope, North of Oxford, Rat’s Ass Review, Mudlark, and many others. Her poetry books, The Human Side and This is Life, are available on Amazon.
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