(along SR 917)
whirling whirling brown;
flits across my windshield
and leaps over the roof;
flitting flitting brown to the ground;
dancing, then, dancing brown down the road,
resting, till swept up, away, astray (autumn's prey)
by the next lonely car that comes this winding way.
And the westering sun glorifies a golden maple,
where rambling cows punctuate gentle green hills.
A field where corn still stands
glitters gold, spears and shields,
while sumac's tongues-of-fire shishkebobs
salute the splendor's
E. L. Core
© 1988 ELC
Some Poetry by E. L. Core: Autumn
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