Sunday, October 9, 2016

Autumn Coats

The stubborn trees remain in green,
Annoyed to change too soon,
Like people who wear P.J.’s
Several hours after noon.

Their friends have donned their autumn coats
In oranges and golds,
With acorns brought by squirrels
Tucked away inside the folds.

The ochres and the emeralds mingle
On the highway’s edge,
Providing pops of color
As the rain performs its dredge.

Drawing closer to the city,
All the muted colors fade
‘Cause their city cousins aren’t dressed yet
For the fall parade.

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