Autumn creeps toward us this year.  The white birch
turns from  green to yellow and goldens into November.
I watch the bright leaves shout to me through the front window,
and everyday for two weeks I think how I will write about it.

Now the wind comes, and well over half of the leaves
cover the ground in a splendid circular swath of color.
The wind has taken the rest:  oak, maple, buckeye, plum.
I see straight through all the branches into the sky.


  1. Jeremy Secrist says:

    I love it! Thanks for putting that feeling into words! I love you!

    1. Amy @ Love and Be Loved says:

      I am so glad!

  2. Cynthia says:

    I love the title: Clearing. Beautiful! I love the names of the trees in this poem and of course the last line… opens up the entire piece and a great way to end. The “I think how I will write about it” is a nice detail and adds to the contemplative quality of the piece. Lovely piece…Thanks for sharing!! as always…..God Bless dear friend…

    1. Amy @ Love and Be Loved says:

      Thank you…there is so much to learn through the cycle of seasons… I appreciate your time and kindness!

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