AUTUMN
Reflections of the earth's most colorful season
The trees put on their formal wear
Glorious burgundies
Blazing reds
Burnt orange
Accented in gold.
Wood smoke filters through the crisp, country air,
The squirrels scatter and hide their nuts.
I come back from these observations and feel
Cold, hard brick under me as I sit.
I get up and note the crunch of the blanket
of leaves under my feet.
It is the only sound I hear,
Walking around the pond.
I look up the hill at the campus.
I see a hand waving.
I slowly meander through the leaves,
and my mind.
Joining Michel on the hill.
He asks if I have written much poetry lately.
No, I say,
I have lived some.
Jennifer Kelbaugh