Thoughts On A September Morn
by Michael Doyle

You can feel it in the air
A discernable sense of change
As you take in the world with care
And watch the leaves rearrange

Summer comes to its end
As Autumn starts to begin
Even before leaves start to fall
Halloween seems to call

Over a glass of cool cider
Watching the bicycle rider
Slide on by, down the trail
Unconcerned about the next hill

A funny but true thought occurs
As the seasons begin their blur
That the ninth month was once seven
And either way, Autumn's heaven

Descending like a long-lost friend
It's a warm sort of season that blends
School years with football season
And fuzzy memories know their reason

A new chili recipe is on the stove
Hinted with spices like a treasure trove
The apple orchard waits for us to pick
While kids talk about the treat of tricks

Coming soon enough with a pumpkin's candy
And all the snuggles that come in handy
As the scarecrows watch sunflowers die
There as the sun sets in this Autumn's sky

(c) September 19, 2023   Michael Doyle
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