Early October


My autumn joy is not far away:

the scent is on the wind,

a chill brings out the quilt at night,

and crops are hurried in.

My maple’s leaves all turn to red

when October nights turn cold,

and my tamaracks the frost will change

from green to smoky gold.

The blackberry leaves will don their red,

and deer their winter blue,

while robins strip the dogwood fruit

and leave a pinkish hue.

All this and more I’ll stop to watch

beneath the harvest moon,

then head for home with one regret:

my autumn ends too soon.