A gold front came through in the dark
and sprinkled poplar leaves behind
autumn's first mild fleeting lark
the next one will not be so kind
But on this day beneath warm sun
there's yellow scattered all around
along the road and old creek run
high in the trees and on the ground
Fall pasture's gilt with bitter weed
a carpet fringed with emerald grass
'ere long the blooms will turn to seed
when the first frost comes to pass
Ditches adorned with goldenrod
fields shining with the bright sun flowers
a gentle breeze oft makes both nod
as they await cool autumn showers
This time when fall has just begun
and golds and yellows first appear
like last gifts left by shrinking sun
announce the autumn ball is near
Comments
Fall's Pastures
Autumns Goldenrod
Just two I could think of right now.. Nice poem and could use an edit to elimate some added words (fluff words I call them or better yet stuff words)
I will be back Charlie Brown.
hello
You know i usually go back to stuff after a while. I expect to use the "less is more" principle on this one when I do. Thanks for the visit..........stan
I trust
Your decision is a good one as I love this time of year and look forward to seeing what title you give this one.
Nite friend
Mona
hi mona
have given myself a Fri. deadline to edit and choose title...........stan
hi Ian
Have had a number of suggestions and will wait a few days to see what else comes in before deciding. Thank you for reading and leaving a good idea behind..............stan