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Autumn Woes  


As the season changes, and the days become shorter,
I try to convince myself to look forward toward the Holidays.

But I am a “summer girl”, born in July,
and cannot be consoled even knowing that November rains
will soon transform the parched hills into rolling carpets of green.

I savor the last clear, late summer days of the season,
while noting the changes around me.



Brittle leaves quickly crushed beneath my booted foot,
while acorns drop from oak branches, onto my path.

At Saturday’s Farmers’ Market
the juicy, sensual flesh of ripe peaches, and succulent strawberries,
are replaced with squatty thick skinned squash and pumpkins.

From time to time, from November through March,
brief periods of offshore flow will bring relief

from rain and tedious overcast skies.

I will wait for warmth and longer days to return.


I will wait for Earth to tilt again and for my favorite season to return.




An excerpt from Where the Red Tailed Hawk Flies: Seasons
Copyright ©2006 by Gabriella Graham/Red Tailed Hawk Publishing/All rights reserved


Picture
Toro Park, Salinas, CA autumn, photo'd by GG