Autumn Aura

by Kevin T McEneaney

When air wafts gusty cool in mature autumn
while fallen leaves crinkle yellow, orange,
making a shushing sound ground underfoot
as hum of insects vanish from blue air,
there’s a recognition of abundance
when the panty bursts full of potatoes,
onions, carrots, beets, apples, and pumpkin!
One’s spirit rejoices in the present,
cool and crisp, the axe handle standing up,
ready for the great arc swing to split wood….

Anticipation of raw-wind winter
hovers like a floating dream of red leaves,
yet the future is a page unknown
while autumnal now is beyond compare.

Kevin T McEneaney

Author of The Enclosed Garden and Longing