Autumn Signposts
September cornstalks,
parchment dry, tasseled tepees.
Air, sweet as cider.
Nights raucous with sound,
crickets, cicadas, darkness
alive with buzzing.
* * *
October days, crisp
as McIntosh apple
brisk, tangy, red, green.
Mornings: riotous
grackles chatter. Finches
bob on thistleheads.
* * *
November skies, gray,
white. Bare branches, sparse pale leaves.
Red, gold, green have fled.
Loud honking, now; the
sonic boom of geese on their
flyway, passing, gone.